Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It

Fuck it, it, fuck it, fuck it
I got opps there I got opps here and I love it, love it, it
out the ting and bun him
(Fuck it, it, fuck it)

Get jerked peng dat back
I finesse man take grub make a yg hit dat trap (bando)
Tell him flip dat split dat gwop invest in a new rah
Tell a opp boy please lack last night somebody got blammed
Talk nuff man done man
Touch me you can some corn
Bad boy since 90 do that year couple gs born
I got things on things on things right now tryna score points
Walk around with joints on joints us man making noise
Them man are just twitter
Niggas the team is gg
I'm old school Kukz and BE
I don't trap I to sell weed
Now I rap my is on fleek
They hate me but have to me (Das right)
I love girls and girls love me
I'm known in plenty countries
My opps like Humpty-Dumpty (Bow)
Lick a man down with the hand ting, lick a man with the tray
a man down on the backroad, lick a man down on the mains
Lick a man for the mandem, lick a man down for my bae (Boom)
Lick a man like what, lick a man down then buss case

Fuck it, it, fuck it, fuck it
I got opps I got opps here and I love it, love it, love it
Back out the and bun him
seen how dat spun him
Big fat gone done him
Dem boy start running
Fuck it, it, fuck it

fuck it (Boom)
See dem man anywhere my man he'll crash it
two bags on a .32 nigga that's masheen (Bu bu bu boom)
Shoulda seen the way he ten toes that's dasheen
So why they so wasseen
S finesse they the style
Your girlfriend's going wild
She got the d it's down
I know her he's a clown
Man speak the truth in the
tark too much cos man'll shoot
Shoot your man out his
Then skurring off in the (Skudududududu)

it (Fuck it)
Man on a opp with a dots bang T then bruck it
And the man just chat bout beef better I love it
Don't tark too much bang creep the blade then cut him (Skrr)
Like jigga man who's running
Came with the woof that twice
Not nice and I'll put it on my dargs
Hot spice better show what my like
Never been a judge but I give a gyal times
Like fuck it, fuck it, it
We coming, coming,
Man Aigon bop hella to the
top and we ain't for nuttin

We dem Aigon
Everybody's tryna KKK like we to niggas
Splish and they till they dead
man this wasn't made for these niggas
Tryna get with my jiggas
Man I'm get laid and go jiggas (Jigga man gang)
With bro S Wavey and
6 she rise for my hood
Fuck it, pull up and rub it (Skurr)
Man walk it
After you a man come and pull up, bang and done it
smoke like greek gherkin man bun it
Duracells in a double, man it
Know something of the man rush him
C24 man run in, run in, run in

Man just in
Mans not
tell me bout dem man
I'm not
He's not
just flexing
He's not dis
So man swept him
in dat car
Start dat
Look at dat west
looking all tempting
Ride out and man
Mans never
Community
never attending (Never)

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, it
I got opps there I got here and I love it, love it, love it
out the ting and bun him
Shoulda seen how dat him
Big fat corn done him
Dem boy start running
Fuck it, fuck it, it