Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Y'all Hoes

If you claiming G-D
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't V-L
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Crips Then
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Then
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't BHZ
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't North Memphis
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Orange
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(Fuck hoes)

we are entertainers
We trainers
We gangbangers
But we will you famous

I show you falling
I show you slippin'
I show you swiss I
I dangling the rows

You top Tokeo
Up in the
But in the they ho
You cool diff but so

But if he eat the
And go for broke
get them guns out ho
I you fucking former ho

I can fight nigga
I can whoop this
I can
(Gun loading)
(Gun Shots)
Boom, the trigger

I can rob boy
I can mob boy
I can a fucking killer
Do a job on boy

I can make fool
I can rape this
I can get off my five o'clock
Or ten o'clock

I can lend a helping
I can be your fucking
I can leave his body
In a garbage can

If you claiming Hollywood
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Walker
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't Foot Home
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Simmons
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming City
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Evergreen
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't LMG
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Dixie Homes
(Fuck hoes)

Don't play with the C A M P
(A C)
small balls nigga feel me
Maybe I be what call the first lady

Triple Six put me through the getting money
Now you
ass bitches in my face
Tryin' my shit out of place
(You be bitch)

I be on some
Mixed with Alizae
on some hay
On my way, on plat, "A"
("A")

I'm hittin' on some small
(That rob niggas)
Smoke
(With big mob figures)
That star
In ya

Get 'em recorded they own
I'm puss, and dankin' drankin'
Drank warning niggas
I poke them up

And round wit' trick a heavy
I'm ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat
Pull the triggers and I keep a tone,

Dangers on, hustle
Sippin' on, burn a
on, but still I'm home

If you claiming New Chicago
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Roxy Brown
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't Pussy Valley
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Homes
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Douglas
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Trig then
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Bunker Hill
(Fuck hoes)

No
You think kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you don't that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the seat

Sweat off his neck, son of bitch you don't know me
"Kopsta"
I kinda hear the whispers in his bed
"Knicca"

And you you got that strip than why don't you get with him
And if you wanna stress me grab my 8.0 is you
Say, "Mister, cum a ya"
got 'em scared

If you claiming Hyde Park
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Ridge Grove
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Ridge
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Bartlett
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Germantown
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't

Fuck y'all
y'all hoes
Fuck y'all

Fuck y'all
Fuck hoes
Fuck hoes