Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva baby

Who you think you finna play
Who you you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit
I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out
Them bullets hot, not, get your mouth chipped
Hella talk shit but they stand still
Let's take a trip, duck tape, how the van
thousand dollar Cartiers Im'a change shit
Keep with Liu Kang Ima kick it to your main bitch
And I've fuckin' hoes on my bay shit
to the crib, I tell em' go to the spaceship
Red pill, pill, we in The Matrix
it to the face, better do what I say, bitch
He make it outta then 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, nothing I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time, for one
Killers on the west side, with real guns
And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' come
(Where you at? nigga!)
All this pussy drill some

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

Once again, I gotta these niggas
Balenciaga, remember I couldn't buy these nigga
Called em' bricks, birds cause we really fly bitches
Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but eye me nigga
I'm solving single problem with a tool
Supersoak a nigga like he jumping off the
If the hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
lift a nigga up I bet he make it to the moon (pow)
You can tell me and at the top
They want us to fail hoping we fall but we not
feel bad for what I did to them nigga's block
Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the
Remember my lick days, pull a bitch days
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that paid
tried to fake beef with a nigga
Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my these niggas lame (pussy nigga)
Nigga's terrible, who 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 hate to see a real nigga make it
I done made a lot of now my people's changing
By myself, I don't need no
Can't thank nobody but the Lord I'm gettin' 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 hard to fuck it off