Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happens Tonight

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

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

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

I got my gun on me,
I my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking on me,
Death row murder your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck what 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 niggas could get it including wife
Isn't life a
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood
Sleeping that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with
Niggas want beef? Turn to pasta
Load up the clip, up your master
Bang bang, bless father
beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming snakes inside
And look at my eyes, I hate
or gun, I compromise 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,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea, to the block
a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, clot
Don't test the
'Cause you'll get on the spot
shot, drip drop on soil
Pot's hot until it
To this Crip shit, I'm
Dip with us, ride us,
Slide with us, slip us
Sit with us, with us,
This bad little bitch wanna get 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 with 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 what tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck happens tonight,
got my gun on me

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

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