Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

We just gon' 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 just 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' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you to

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

We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring whole 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

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

We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, 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, up the club, baby
We just fuck 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 by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, the plug they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma that
Mouth closed, I'll never
Won't say a word and went to jail
drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If it's under a hunnid it don't enough
Tearin' clubs up Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's that shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, they need shit
Tell me, my boss bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, these diamonds, not
Trap jumpin', the line long
All money got my mind gone
All this money got my mind

We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck 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' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to