Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happen Tonight

Fuck all ho shit
Fuck all you fuck
Bitch, real hustlers
Get money,
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Boys

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

It was murder she wrote, your in blood
When the gone,
Your eyes full of blood
Six full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, dial tone
You want it all, die
A war's going on nobody's safe
Now we're talking to the judge when your day
Like it was not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to these niggas
Eight figures, the eight story mansion
I'm strapped up
Two-stepping with the devil
Diluted with in my eyes
a stillborn,
Niggas won't make it out alive,

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

(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm ready to die
Put it on momma that clip in the back, and I loaded it
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the
with mine,
You could get it including your wife
life a motherfucker?
Since that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping with that weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, hold a hundred if we're numbers
Riders' fucking with
Niggas beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, up your master
Bang bang, bless them
Passed him, rest aside a lake
swimming with snakes inside
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 them gangsters me
Nigga, until

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll 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

From the depths of the sea, to the block
With a on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood
Don't the lion
'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,
with us, slip with us
Sit us, slick with us,
This bad little bitch wanna get us
Say she likes the French tip that I wear
And how I'm so out
With in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to
Blue bandana, it's me and
At the Tropicana Tanehsa,
Alisha, Lakesha,
Nicknames for my

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

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

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