Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happen Tonight

Fuck all that ho
all you fuck boys
Bitch, we're real
Get money,
It's We The music, Bad Boy, Coke Boys

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

It was she wrote, your name in blood
When the gone,
Your eyes full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks the boom
Dreadlocks, of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 tone
You it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's safe
Now we're to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these
It was like a job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the story mansion
While I'm up
Two-stepping with the devil
with blood in my eyes
a stillborn,
Niggas make it out alive, nigga

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

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

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

From the depths of the sea, back to the
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood
test the lion
'Cause you'll get dropped on the
Lick shot, drip on soil
Pot's hot it boils
To Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip us, ride with us,
Slide with us, slip us
Sit with us, slick us,
bad little bitch wanna get with us
Say she likes the French tip nails that I
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 I'll leave them lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
Fuck what tonight,
what happens tonight
Fuck happens tonight,
got my gun on me

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

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