Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

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

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

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 whole
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, up the club, baby
Yes, any time you to

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

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

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can that
Tell the plug can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that
Mouth closed, I'll talk
Won't say a and went to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If under a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' clubs up Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that street shit
I be fuckin' bitches, they don't need shit
Tell me, where my boss bitches who need shit?
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the line
All this money got my gone
All this money got my gone

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' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole
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 fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to