Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

Hey Macklemore, you
How dare of you

[The Killers]
what you into
Fuck you been through
Fuck where you
who scared of you
Fuck if you did fed
Fuck ya
ya glocks
Matter fact Fuck ya
who you pulled out on
you!
Fuck ya
Fuck if you outta town
Fuck ya fake ass ice
Fuck ya
Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to
Man I don't a Fuck about you
I don't a Fuck about your hood
I don't a Fuck who you know
I don't give a if you gettin money
I don't give a Fuck who's
Fuck if you
ya shots off?
Fuck where you up
how you got it
Fuck ya whole
ya album
Fuck ya
Fuck ya
ya role man
I don't give a
Fuck ya
ya rules
Fuck you you fake punk ass
and how you ran shit
I don't a Fuck if you diesel
I don't a Fuck who you be
if you want it
Fuck if you
Fuck if you
and and these bitches right here if they not fucking

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

This is our sound that's I said
Punks and skins and hooligans and
Someone making records, someone selling
I make my playing in the clubs
Playing in filthy squats, in drunken pubs
I don't a fuck, I never would
Never fucking out, I never could
Damn how you do it like that
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie that
21 row scrap wit lil it like that
mad games wit me
I'll do ya that
I'm a man
bitch me like that
Smoke but the best
and lay back
with some trill
that I just way back
Still
I ain't caught my murder case yet
Stay
and wait to push a nigga face back
one on 1-oh-6
still around the
hangin' in the mix
where I ain't at
I'm on some shit
with rugers and shit
I'm on run in your house bitch
you and get hit
I can't out my grill
cause I can't out this reel
I'm the savage trille
and from my man I feel

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

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