Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

Hey Macklemore, you
How dare of you

Karma Killers]
Fuck you into
Fuck what you been
where you going
Fuck who of you
if you did fed time
Fuck ya
ya glocks
Matter Fuck ya block
Fuck who you out on
you!
Fuck ya
Fuck if you outta town
ya fake ass ice grill
Fuck ya
Fuck ya nine to five
Man I don't give a about you
I don't give a about your hood
I give a Fuck who you know
I don't a Fuck if you gettin money
I don't give a Fuck who's
Fuck if you
Fuck ya off?
where you came up
how you got it
Fuck ya whole
ya album
Fuck ya
Fuck ya
fuck ya man
I don't a fuck
Fuck ya
ya rules
Fuck you you fake ass nigga
and Fuck how you ran
I don't give a Fuck if you
I don't give a who you be
if you want it
Fuck if you
if you floss
and and Fuck these bitches here if they not fucking

I'm a working class kid from a shit
I've found a common ground the thugs and hoods
That crazy punk kids super in the street
skinhead have a big boot and he makes pay
To the one stop upon your head
We sing what we
We do what we
We how we want
So everyone with us: "fuck you!"

This is our sound what I said
and skins and hooligans and thugs
Someone making records, someone selling
I make my playing in the clubs
Playing in filthy squats, in drunken pubs
I don't give a fuck, I never
Never fucking out, I never could
Damn nigga how you do it like
Make the ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like
mad games wit me
I'll do ya that
I'm a man
bitch pursue me like
Smoke but the best
and lay back
with some niggas
that I just way back
Still
I ain't my first murder case yet
scrappin'
and wait to push a nigga face back
Number one on
around the racetrack
still in the mix
where I ain't at
I'm on foolishness shit
with these rugers and
I'm on some run in house bitch
you and get hit
I take out my grill
cause I take out this reel
I'm the savage trille
and from my heart man I

I'm a working class kid a shit neighborhood
I've a common ground with the thugs and hoods
That crazy punk kids super in the street
This skinhead a big boot and he makes pay
To the dogs one stop upon your
We sing what we
We do we want
We live how we
So everyone with us: "fuck you!"

I'm a working class kid from a neighborhood
found a common ground with the thugs and hoods
That punk kids super down in the street
skinhead have a big boot and he makes pay
To the dogs one stop your head
We sing what we
We do what we
We how we want
So singing with us: "fuck you!"