Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Fun

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

yo dude, bout' to fuck up ya
go rumm rumm when I hit ya, put you under the
you went rumm wit ya nigga, now you close
to shoot at the throat, put you both in the slump, huh?
go head, go head, pop off
you can get your fams, or mans, and them shot off (what?)
get the amms for you, and blow your top off
(go nigga)
on ya, til' the gun in ya face
you betta run wit' a nigga, betta the safe
you betta come for the money, show up to wait,
I won't come with gorillas i run with the apes
that put shots in ya butt, 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, where yall' bieng?
where yall' niggas come from, niggas get on my nerves

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

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