Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva Beats

Who you you finna play with
Who you think you run your mouth to and won't say shit
I'm outchea it's cold, leave you out there
Them bullets hot, think not, get mouth chipped
Hella nigga's talk shit but they stand
Let's a trip, duck tape, how the van feel
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers Im'a change
playing with Liu Kang Ima kick it to your main bitch
And I've been fuckin' 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, do what I say, bitch
He it outta here then he a winner
If a nigga try to run then we up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit liver
End of discussion, it's nothing I eat you for dinner
I got no time, for one
on the west side, with them real guns
And if you try to wave the white flag, we still come
(Where you at? nigga!)
All this pussy Im'a some

Why hate to see a real nigga make it
I done made a lot of change now my people's
By myself, I don't no witness
Can't thank but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my up and middle finger to the sky
And living every fuckin' day it's Mardi Gras
Im'a finesse this shit, win, lose, or
You think I work hard to fuck it off

Once again, I gotta remind these
Balenciaga, remember when I couldn't buy nigga
Called em' bricks, birds cause we fly these bitches
your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga
I'm every single problem with a tool
a nigga like he jumping off the pool
If the feds hit the mansion, we make 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
They want us to fail hoping that we 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
my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, shit paid
Nigga tried to fake with a nigga
Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my dick niggas lame (pussy nigga)
Nigga's terrible, who y'all
Nigga's leeches I can't feed 'em, I can't y'all
I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to y'all
Bitch you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I 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 don't no witness
thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my up and middle finger to the sky
And living every fuckin' day it's Mardi Gras
Im'a finesse this shit, win, lose, or
You I work this hard to fuck it off