Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happen Tonight

Fuck all that ho
Fuck all you boys
Bitch, we're hustlers
Get money,
We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boys

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave lonely
Fucking on me,
Death row murder your family
what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck happens tonight,
got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote, name in blood
When the gone,
eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six heard the boom
Dreadlocks, of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, gone, 9/11 dial tone
You want it all, die
A war's going on nobody's from
Now we're to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill niggas
figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm up
with the devil dancing
Diluted blood in my eyes
a stillborn,
Niggas won't it out alive, nigga

I got my gun on me,
I tell my I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking on me,
Death row murder your family
Fuck what tonight,
Fuck what tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm ready to die
Put it on that clip in the back, and I loaded it twice
Just a away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing mine,
You niggas could get it including wife
Isn't life a
seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, hold a hundred if we're numbers
Riders' with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn them to
Load up the clip, shoot up your
Bang bang, them father
Passed beside him, rest aside a
That's swimming with inside
And at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I it
Oh Lord, I'm a on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters me
Nigga, until

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never them lonely
streets on me,
Death row murder your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck happens tonight,
got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea, to the block
With a on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't test the
'Cause you'll get dropped on the
Lick shot, drip on soil
Pot's hot until it
To this Crip shit, I'm
Dip us, ride with us,
Slide with us, with us
Sit with us, with us,
This bad little wanna get with us
Say she the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so out
With dreads in my hair,
You got truth, now the is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and
At the Tropicana Tanehsa,
Alisha, Lakesha,
for my blammer

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids never leave them lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
Fuck what tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

The smell of in the bathroom
Body laid out stiff full of wounds
I told this I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard me when I told him
Nigga, eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a
I to smell his last breath took
And look him in his eyes and for sure he knows how death looks
I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was
Over killing, it ain't no coming from it
Then walked away with a
Like I just it
Something evil this coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave them
Fucking on me,
row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what tonight,
what happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me