Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

Yeah! This that '63 AMG music
It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's music
Nigga let's to it
DJ Khaled!

We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
And you better your whole crew
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you to

305 on my plates, a still sellin' weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the
want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the
No I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a
There is no bigger boss, if so send 'em in
I'm numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I it, nigga

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your crew
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
Yes, any you want to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run
Painted all the rivers red, blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, 'em all
Businessman, businessman, tryna cut the costs
photos, that's more dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, goals
Flex on 'em, like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, up in four 4-doors
West coast, my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique
nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch
I don't give no fucks, I don't no fucks
40 bands, blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
And you better bring your crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you to

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can that
Tell the plug can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that
closed, I'll never talk
Won't say a and went to jail that
Sauce drippin', fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If under a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' clubs up like Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's that shit
I be boss bitches, they don't need shit
Tell me, where my bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
jumpin', yeah the line long
All this got my mind gone
All this money got my mind

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to