Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm -- Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in
Fourth quarter, that 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 just like sneakers, got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I next to Denzel
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 these niggas rat
Half these working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, on Lorenzos
my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

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

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

[Verse 2: 2
'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, like my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet Kobe
Got a sign in my garage say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' boring
I'm chain smoking loud it's a Newport
Dad around -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it
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 really doesn't
I run circles these niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on mobbing shit
Riding five 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, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland no basic smoke
Shout-out to lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm lanes 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, talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax