Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

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

We just fuck 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 your whole crew
We gon' 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
Yes any time you to

305 on my plates, a nigga still weight
tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too for the taxes, I got my money in walls
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 and tennis shoes
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, I've fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it I want it, nigga

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 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' 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

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, nigga, got a gun, run nigga
all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always cut the costs
That's photos, more dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad
Flex on 'em, like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four
West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my
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 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, up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you to

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, the plug they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma that
Mouth closed, never talk
Won't say a word and to jail that
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
Tearin' up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's that shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need
Tell me, my boss bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the line
All this got my mind gone
All this got my mind gone

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