Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Rick
C-note c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce rid that
Cars like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I there -- but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to
Alonzo, my cost three mil', this shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all niggas gon' rat
these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on
my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook: Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
Fuck all you
Watch me all these bitches
I got different Rollies
And all mint condition

I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
I got different Benzes
This is my
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big
I'm screaming em

[Verse 2: 2
hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you know about in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it's my
This for niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on I'm touring
See my that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain loud like it's a Newport
Dad around -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it
My is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really matter
I run circles round these niggas' world Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing
five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her to go
No Canseco, and I'm lanes at one six oh
A nigga fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's just
And you cute, shorty; get low
On the low, I'mma talk that
Jungle for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax