Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

Hey Macklemore, you
How dare of you

[The Karma
Fuck you into
Fuck you been through
Fuck you going
Fuck who of you
Fuck if you did fed
ya clique
Fuck ya
Matter fact Fuck ya
who you pulled out on
you!
Fuck ya
if you been outta town
Fuck ya ass ice grill
ya life
Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to
Man I don't give a about you
I don't give a Fuck about your
I don't give a Fuck who you
I don't give a if you gettin money
I don't give a who's watchin
Fuck if you
ya shots off?
Fuck where you up
how you got it
Fuck ya whole
Fuck ya
ya plans
Fuck ya
fuck ya man
I don't give a
ya pleas
Fuck ya
Fuck you you fake punk ass
and Fuck how you ran
I don't a Fuck if you diesel
I don't give a who you be
fuck if you it
Fuck if you
Fuck if you
and and Fuck these bitches here if they not fucking

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

This is our sound what I said
Punks and skins and and thugs
making records, someone selling drugs
I make my living playing in the
Playing in filthy squats, playing in drunken
I don't give a fuck, I never
Never sell out, I never could
nigga how you do it like that
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music that
Make them bitch fine shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil it like that
Play mad wit me
do ya like that
I'm a man
bitch pursue me like
Smoke but the best
cruise and lay
with some niggas
that I knew way back
Still
I ain't caught my first case yet
scrappin'
and can't wait to a nigga face back
Number one on
still around the
still in the mix
where I safe at
I'm on some foolishness
with rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your bitch
you and get hit
I can't take out my
cause I can't take out this
I'm the shit trille
and from my man I feel

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

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