Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

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 your whole crew
We just 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, fuck up the club,
Yes any time you 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 reason I lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, of a gentleman
There is no boss, if so then send 'em in
I'm numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga

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

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run nigga
Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always cut the costs
That's photos, that's dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, goals
on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four
coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique
Last nigga that the pussy up, well, um, that's 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 just gon' fuck up the club, baby, 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 bring your 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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
Yes any you want to

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

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