Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happen Tonight

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

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

It was murder she wrote, name in blood
the love's gone,
Your eyes full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the
Dreadlocks, of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, gone, 9/11 dial tone
You it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's from
Now talking 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, the eight story mansion
I'm strapped up
Two-stepping the devil dancing
Diluted with 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 them
streets on me,
Death row murder your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck happens 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 call away, my niggas is ready, no the price
with mine,
You niggas get it including your wife
Isn't life a
Since seventeen that been my blood brother
Sleeping with lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, hold a hundred if talking numbers
Riders' fucking with
Niggas want Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up master
Bang bang, bless father
Passed beside him, rest aside a
swimming with snakes inside
And at my eyes, I hate disguises
or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters me
Nigga, then

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,
what happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea, back to the
a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood
test the lion
'Cause you'll get on the spot
Lick shot, drip on soil
Pot's hot until it
To this shit, I'm loyal
Dip us, ride with us,
Slide us, slip with us
Sit with us, slick us,
This bad bitch wanna get with us
Say she likes the 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,
Nicknames for my

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

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

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 what tonight
what happens tonight,
got my gun on me