Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

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

305 on my plates, a nigga sellin' weight
Still them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
want too much 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 chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my come
Talkin' menage a trois, let's have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a
There is no boss, if so then send 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball and I do it when I want it, nigga

We gon' 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
And you better bring your whole
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
Yes, any time you to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, nigga, got a gun, run nigga
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
Flex on 'em, like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in 4-doors
West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, my bitch
I don't give no fucks, I don't give no
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' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you bring your whole crew
We gon' 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
Yes any time you to

Aces by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug can mail that
Tell the plug can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that
closed, I'll 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 under a hunnid it don't cost enough
clubs up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's street shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, don't need shit
me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the long
All money got my mind gone
All this money got my gone

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' 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