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 -- Timothy Tebow
quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you that
Corvette so clean you'll Bruce Springsteen rid that
just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I there -- but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, stacks
All I is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're back
All I need is Benzos, on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new

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

I'm fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
I got five different
is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
bitch, I'm big business
I'm screaming em

2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my
What you know about walking in the store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, cost a crib
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with
Got a sign in my that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on I'm touring
See my that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm smoking loud like it's a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my figure was Too Short
New deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could it both-handed
My is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them
Sixty-two, without no tint; roof on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
Smoke Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching at one six oh
A trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, just Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, that's