Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the on my kilo
Thought I make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow
quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent
Corvette so clean you'll think Springsteen rid that
Cars like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been -- but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten back pocket, four stacks
All I is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on
Stack my money tenfold, this my new ten-four

[Hook: Rick
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck 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 five different
This is my
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 cost a coupe, coupe cost a
Riding with the chopper, 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 shit that shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud like a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was Too
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it
My girl is bow-legged, just do it Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a
got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG 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 trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, just Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
fever for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax