Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happen Tonight

Fuck all that ho
Fuck all you fuck
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
Fuck what tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote, name in blood
When the gone,
eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 tone
You it all, die alone
A war's going on safe from
Now we're talking to the when your day come
it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight mansion
I'm strapped up
Two-stepping with the devil
Diluted blood in my eyes
a stillborn,
Niggas make it out alive, nigga

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

(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm ready to die
Put it on momma that in the back, and I loaded it twice
a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing mine,
You could get it including your wife
life a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Glover
AK40, hold a hundred if we're numbers
fucking with mobsters
Niggas beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, up your master
Bang bang, bless them
beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with inside
And look at my eyes, I hate
Knife or gun, I it
Oh Lord, I'm a on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them remember me
Nigga, until

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

From the of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood
Don't the lion
'Cause get dropped on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop on
Pot's hot it boils
To this shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, with us,
Slide with us, slip us
Sit us, slick with us,
This bad bitch wanna get with us
Say she likes the French tip that I wear
And how I'm so out
dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to
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 your
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck happens tonight,
got my gun on me

The of blood in the bathroom
Body laid out stiff of stab 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 for a price
I want to smell his breath took
And look him in his and make for sure he knows how death looks
Because I'm him, in the air, I can feel it
Shot him times with the gun I was concealing
Over killing, it ain't no back from it
Then walked away with a
Like I done it
Something evil way's coming
For big face hundreds this gets punished

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