Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

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 your 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 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 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 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 bigger boss, if so then 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it,

We just gon' 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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' 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!
nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run nigga
Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit with him
Hustle hard, hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the
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, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, my clique
Last nigga that beat the up, well, um, that's my bitch
I give no fucks, I don't give no fucks
40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so

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

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, sell that
Mouth closed, never talk
Won't say a word and went to that
Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If under a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' up like 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 don't need
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', the line long
All this money got my mind
All this got my mind 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' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
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 fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to