Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva Beats

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

Why they hate to see a real nigga it
I done made a lot of change now my changing
By myself, I don't need no
thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my 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

Once again, I gotta remind these
Balenciaga, remember I couldn't buy these nigga
Called em' bricks, birds we really fly these bitches
Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but 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' it to the news
lift a nigga up I bet he make it to the moon (pow)
You can me and Breezy at the top
want us to fail hoping that we fall but we not
Don't feel bad for I did to them nigga's block
Can't say happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock
my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that paid
Nigga tried to beef with a nigga
Sneak see me I'll jump on my dick these niggas lame (pussy nigga)
terrible, who raised y'all
Nigga's leeches I can't 'em, I can't baby y'all
I'm giving headshots, I ain't to fade y'all
Bitch you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't with y'all

Why they hate to see a 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 'cause I'm it
I my head up and middle finger to the sky
And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi
Im'a this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I work this hard to it off