Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Club

Yeah! This '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast
let's 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, fuck up the club,
We just fuck 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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
Yes any you want to

305 on my plates, a nigga still weight
tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the
No I should 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 boss, if so then send 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a 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 your whole crew
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 gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run
Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit with him
Hustle hard, hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always cut the costs
That's photos, that's dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad
Flex on 'em, like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, up in four 4-doors
West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my
I don't give no fucks, I don't give no
40 bands, blew 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' 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

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

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