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 winning -- Timothy
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in
Fourth quarter, that sack; Ward in all black
I said boss and I that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid
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 condo cost three mil', this shit
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four
All I need is bad hoes, all these gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on
Stack my money tenfold, make my new ten-four

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

I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
em, fuck em, I'm screaming 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 Gucci and they salute?
Chain a coupe, coupe cost a crib
with the chopper, like it's my friend
This for niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a in my garage that 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 -- my father figure was Too Short
New deuced 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
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it doesn't matter
I run circles these niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as as them congressmen
Sixty-two, no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
that 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, that's Diplo
And you cute, shorty; get low
On the low, I'mma talk jazz
Jungle for the night
Horny or white, that's