Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happens Tonight

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

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids never leave them lonely
Fucking 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, your name in
the love's gone,
Your diluted full of blood
Six full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, gone, 9/11 dial tone
You want it all, die
A war's going on safe from
Now talking to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these
It was a full-time job not to kill these niggas
figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm up
Two-stepping with the dancing
Diluted blood 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 murder your
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 momma that in the back, and I loaded it twice
Just a away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing mine,
You niggas get it including your wife
Isn't a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood
with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, hold a if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up master
Bang bang, bless them
Passed beside him, rest a lake
swimming with snakes inside
And look at my eyes, I disguises
Knife or gun, I it
Oh Lord, I'm a on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them remember me
Nigga, until

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
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

From the of the sea, back to the block
With a 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
Lick shot, drip drop on
Pot's hot it boils
To Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip us, ride with us,
Slide 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
dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to
Blue bandana, me and Montana
At the Tropicana Tanehsa,
Alisha, Lakesha,
Nicknames for my

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

The smell of in the bathroom
laid out stiff full of stab wounds
I told nigga 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 make for sure he knows how 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 ain't no coming back it
Then away with a demeanour
Like I just it
Something evil way's coming
For big face hundreds bitch gets punished

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