Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happens 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 them
Fucking on me,
row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what tonight,
what happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

It was she wrote, your name in blood
When the gone,
Your eyes diluted of blood
Six cars full of goons, six heard 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 talking to the judge when day come
Like it was hard not to these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill niggas
Eight figures, the eight story mansion
I'm strapped up
Two-stepping with the 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 lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
what happens tonight,
got my gun on me

(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm to die tonight
Put it on momma that clip in the back, and I it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the
with mine,
You niggas get it including your wife
Isn't a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Glover
AK40, hold a hundred if we're talking
Riders' fucking with
want beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up master
bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, aside a lake
That's with snakes inside
And look at my eyes, I disguises
or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my
If I die tonight, I bet gangsters remember me
Nigga, then

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

From the depths of the sea, to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of
tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't test the
'Cause you'll get on the spot
Lick shot, drop on soil
hot until it boils
To this shit, I'm loyal
Dip us, ride with us,
with us, slip with us
Sit with us, with us,
This bad little bitch get with us
Say she the French tip nails 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 I'll never leave lonely
streets on me,
Death row murder your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

The smell of in the bathroom
Body out stiff full of stab wounds
I this nigga I was coming back
must not have heard me when I told 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 and make for sure he knows how death 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 ain't no coming from it
Then walked with a demeanour
Like I done it
Something evil this coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets

I got my gun on me,
I my kids 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