Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva Beats

Who you think you play with
Who you think you run your mouth to and won't say shit
I'm outchea when it's cold, you out there
Them bullets hot, think not, get mouth chipped
Hella nigga's talk shit but stand still
take a trip, duck tape, how the van feel
Hunnid thousand Cartiers Im'a change shit
Keep playing with Liu Ima kick it to your main bitch
And I've been hoes on my bay shit
to the crib, I tell em' go to the spaceship
Red pill, pill, we in The Matrix
Take it to the face, do what I say, bitch
He make it here then he a winner
If a nigga try to run we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at bucket, fuck it hit 'cho liver
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 white flag, we gon' come
(Where you at? nigga!)
All this Im'a drill 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
Can't thank but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and finger 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

Once again, I gotta these niggas
Balenciaga, when I couldn't buy these nigga
em' bricks, birds cause we really fly these bitches
Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but eye me nigga
I'm every single problem with a tool
Supersoak a nigga he jumping off the pool
If the hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
Choppa lift a nigga up I bet he it to the moon (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 nigga's block
Can't say what happened, just I had to get rid of the Glock
Remember my lick days, pull a bitch days
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit
Nigga tried to fake with a nigga
diss see me I'll jump on my dick 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 '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 but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and finger to the sky
And every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
Im'a this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I work this hard to it off