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

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

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

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

I show you hoes
I you slippin' slopes
I you swiss I knows
I from the rows

You top that
Up in the
But in the streets ho
You cool they but so

But if he eat the
And wanna go for
Let's get guns out ho
I thank you fucking ho

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

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 hand
I can be fucking friend
I can leave his body
In a croquer can

If you claiming Hollywood
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Walker Homes
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

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

play with the Hypnotize C A M P
(A C)
Blowin' small balls feel me
Maybe I be what chu' call the first

Triple Six put me the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous ass in my face
Tryin' take my out of place
(You be bitch)

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

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

Get 'em recorded own pictures
I'm takin' puss, and dankin'
Drank wit' niggas
I them stagged up

And round wit' a heavy niggas
I'm talkin'
up out of the back seat niggas
Pull the triggers and I keep a tone,

Dangers on, hustle
on, burn a post
Papers on, but I'm home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you ain't Hyde Park
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Grove
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

Fuck hoes
Fuck y'all
Fuck y'all

Fuck y'all
Fuck hoes
y'all hoes