Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Rick
after 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, sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten
Dubai, I been there -- but that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo three mil', this shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four
All I is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, this my new ten-four

Rick Ross]
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
Fuck all you
Watch me fuck all these
I got eight Rollies
And all mint condition

I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming 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 fuck em

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

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing
Riding deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new
Ironic my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG ho
Tell ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine -- a siren!
Woop woop -- nah, just Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that
fever for the night
Horny or white, that's