Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva baby

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

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
thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and middle to the sky
And living fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
Im'a this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I work this to fuck it off

Once again, I gotta these niggas
Balenciaga, remember when I couldn't buy these
Called em' bricks, birds cause we fly these bitches
Tell your mans I I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga
I'm solving every single problem a tool
Supersoak a nigga like he off the pool
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' it to the news
Choppa 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 bad for what I did to them nigga's block
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 of the bills, that shit paid
Nigga tried to fake beef a nigga
Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my these niggas lame (pussy nigga)
Nigga's terrible, who raised
leeches I can't feed '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 play with

Why they hate to see a real make it
I made a lot of change now my people's changing
By myself, I don't need no
Can't nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and middle to the sky
And living fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I work this to fuck it off