Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Fun

Tell him to keep
yeah just the track, stop cuttin' it off
you let me pop my shit
it is it is, haha
how the is yall niggas doin'
you bitch? what up, what up, what up, yo, yo, yo
who it, who, who, want it?
nigga lil' goon gettin' stewed with an onion
niggas all til' the rudes in up under
see you two get to with the womb in the stomach
bitch nigga, bitch nigga
all these niggas raw food for the dinna
(come get ya bitch)
and these niggas betta tuck they jewels on the inner
cuz ya bitch hot nigga, fittin' to up the fun
fuck wit ya bitch when the rum in her punch
i might dance on niggas wit the gun in tha' butt
the gold jimmies, lil' mirror, son in the clutch
don't slip up lil' nigga, put the sun in ya nuts
(what?)

yo dude, bout' to fuck up ya
go rumm rumm I hit ya, put you under the pump
you went rumm wit ya nigga, now you enough
to shoot ones at the throat, put you in the slump, huh?
go head, go head, pop off
you can get your fams, or mans, and them shot off (what?)
I'ma get the for you, and blow your top off
(go nigga)
shift on ya, til' the gun in ya
you betta run a nigga, betta open the safe
you betta come for the money, betta up to wait,
I won't come with cause i run with the apes
put shots in ya butt, like you under the cape yeah huh
(word)
most of yall niggas is fuckin' pussy out
like, I'll smack all yall' niggas in the face, all in the mouth, and all in the shit, yall' girls bieng?
yall' niggas come from, yall' niggas get on my nerves

ok, ok, ok, oh
bitches quit that chat
these bitches betta up wit' the giz-at-gat
i the 5th and click-cliz-ak-ak
I'd hate to have to blow lil wig all back
I mean, I'd hate to have to see you with wig off bitch
i see you, tryin' to come, to get on bitch
you trip, slip, fall, land, and lick on dick
and be the same bout' to come and lick on this
(hold up)
scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, bitch
slip up in the presence, of your little bambino
don't get it, it's your residence to get it so
used to sit up the evidence, so bitches don't speak
and we can freak wit' ya man week, bad bitches
you a nickel, and your game weak
I'm fickle, and my pussy's bleach
I could dissappear, and let the pussy speak
let the game speak,

niggas the center of the pussy stay peach
and these bitches, betta keep it, keep it like C4
reach in thing, and go bbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhh
hahahahaha brahaha brahahahaha brahahahahaha
keep it it it goin'
Who want it who who want it? Which nigga little goon which nigga little goon
who it who who want it?
Who want it who who want it? Which nigga little goon which nigga little goon
who it who who want it?