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

305 on my plates, a nigga still weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the
They too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
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' a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a
is no bigger boss, if so then send 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it I want it, nigga

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

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

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,
And you bring your 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 you want to

Aces by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail
Tell the plug they can that, young nigga, I'ma sell that
Mouth closed, I'll never
Won't say a word and to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If it's under a hunnid it don't enough
Tearin' clubs up like Six
I be tearin' up, that's that street shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need
Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', 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' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
And you better your 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 time you to