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 winning -- Timothy
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all
I said and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce rid that
just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but that, we in here
up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four
All I need is bad hoes, all niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, this my new ten-four

[Hook: Ross]
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
all you haters
Watch me fuck all bitches
I got different Rollies
And all mint condition

I'm screaming fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck 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 about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it's my
for real 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 like it's a Newport
Dad around -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it
My girl is bow-legged, do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't
I run circles round these niggas' world like

[Verse 3:
Foamposites, it's like 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 since my drive increased, my driver see the
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching at one six oh
A trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's just
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma that jazz
Jungle fever for the
or white, that's Anglo-Sax