Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happens Tonight

Fuck all that ho
Fuck all you boys
Bitch, we're hustlers
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 them
Fucking on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
Fuck happens 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 of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, dial tone
You want it all, die
A war's going on nobody's from
Now we're to the judge when your day come
it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story
I'm strapped 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 tell my kids I'll never leave lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans your family
Fuck what tonight,
Fuck what tonight
what 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
Playing mine,
You could get it including your wife
life a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny
AK40, hold a if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with
Niggas want beef? Turn to pasta
up the clip, shoot up your master
Bang bang, them father
Passed beside him, aside a lake
That's with snakes inside
And look at my eyes, I hate
Knife or gun, I it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my
If I die tonight, I bet them remember me
Nigga, until

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never them lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder your
Fuck what tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck what 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
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 it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm
Dip with us, with us,
with us, slip with us
Sit us, slick with us,
bad little bitch wanna get with us
Say she likes the French tip nails 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 kids I'll never leave lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what tonight
what happens tonight,
got my gun on me

The smell of blood in the
laid out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was back
Pussy must not have heard me when I him that
Nigga, eye for an eye
A life for a life, a for a price
I want to his last breath took
And look him in his eyes and make for he knows how death looks
I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four with 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 way's
For big face hundreds bitch gets punished

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