Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva baby

Who you think you finna play
Who you think you finna run your mouth to and say shit
I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out
Them bullets hot, not, get your mouth chipped
Hella nigga's talk shit but stand still
Let's take a trip, duck tape, how the van
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers Im'a change
Keep playing with Liu Kang Ima kick it to your bitch
And I've been fuckin' on my bay shit
to the crib, I tell em' go to the spaceship
Red pill, blue pill, we in The
Take it to the face, better do what I say,
He make it here then he a winner
If a try to run then we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, it hit 'cho liver
End of discussion, it's nothing I eat you for dinner
I got no time, for one
Killers on the side, with them real guns
And if you try to wave the flag, we gon' still come
(Where you at? nigga!)
All pussy Im'a drill some

Why they to see a real nigga make it
I made a lot of change now my people's changing
By myself, I don't no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord I'm gettin' it
I my head up and middle finger to the sky
And every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
Im'a finesse this shit, win, lose, or
You I work this hard to fuck it off

Once again, I gotta these niggas
Balenciaga, remember when I buy these nigga
Called em' bricks, birds cause we really fly these
Tell your I know I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga
I'm solving every single with a tool
Supersoak a nigga like he jumping off the
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the
Choppa lift a nigga up I bet he make it to the (pow)
You can tell me and at the top
They want us to hoping that we fall but we not
Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's
Can't say happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock
Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a days
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, shit paid
Nigga tried to fake with a nigga
Sneak diss see me jump on my dick these niggas lame (pussy nigga)
Nigga's terrible, who y'all
Nigga's leeches I feed 'em, I can't baby y'all
I'm giving headshots, I 'bout to fade y'all
you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all

Why hate to see a real nigga make it
I done made a lot of change now my changing
By myself, I need no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord I'm gettin' it
I my head up and middle finger to the sky
And living every day like it's Mardi Gras
finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I this hard to fuck it off