Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you bring your whole crew
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want 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 in walls
I got all the bitches, I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my come
Talkin' a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, if so send 'em in
I'm numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga

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

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, tryna cut the costs
That's photos, more dough
for everybody, nigga, squad goals
Flex on 'em, like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four
coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, 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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck 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 whole crew
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, up the club, baby
Yes any you want to

comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug can mail that
Tell the plug they can that, young nigga, I'ma sell that
Mouth closed, never talk
Won't say a word and to jail that
Sauce drippin', 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' up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's street shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need
Tell me, where my boss who don't need shit?
Yeah, these diamonds, not
Trap jumpin', the line long
All this money got my mind
All this money got my mind

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