Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

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

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

[Verse 2: 2
hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a
with the chopper, like it's my friend
This for niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my 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 a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it 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 we on that mobbing shit
Riding five and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
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 before I 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, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the
or white, that's Anglo-Sax