Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

[Hook: Ross]
em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
Fuck all you
Watch me fuck all bitches
I got eight Rollies
And they all mint

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

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

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