Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

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

305 on my plates, a still sellin' weight
tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in
I got all the bitches, I got all the sauce
No I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, if so send 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've 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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck 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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
Yes, any you want to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run
Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always cut the costs
photos, that's more dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, goals
on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in 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, just in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?

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

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

We just 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
And you better bring your whole
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
Yes any you want to