Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

Hey Macklemore, you
How dare of you

Karma Killers]
Fuck you into
Fuck you been through
where you going
Fuck who of you
Fuck if you did fed
ya clique
Fuck ya
Matter Fuck ya block
who you pulled out on
you!
Fuck ya
Fuck if you outta town
Fuck ya ass ice grill
Fuck ya
Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to
Man I don't give a Fuck you
I don't give a Fuck your hood
I don't give a Fuck who you
I give a Fuck if you gettin money
I don't give a Fuck who's
Fuck if you
Fuck ya off?
Fuck where you up
how you got it
Fuck ya situation
Fuck ya
Fuck ya
Fuck ya
fuck ya man
I don't give a
Fuck ya
ya rules
Fuck you you fake ass nigga
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 these bitches right here if they not fucking

I'm a working class kid from a neighborhood
found a common ground with the thugs and hoods
That crazy kids super down in the street
This skinhead a big boot and he makes pay
To the one stop upon your head
We sing what we
We do we want
We live how we
So singing 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, playing in pubs
I don't a fuck, I never would
Never sell out, I never could
Damn nigga how you do it that
Make the gangsta ass niggas to music like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like
21 row scrap wit lil it like that
Play mad wit me
do ya like that
I'm a man
bitch pursue me that
nothin' but the best
cruise and lay
with some trill
I knew just way back
Still
I ain't caught my first case yet
scrappin'
and can't wait to a nigga face back
Number one on
around the racetrack
still in the mix
I ain't safe at
I'm on foolishness shit
with rugers and shit
I'm on some run in house bitch
you and get hit
I can't out my grill
cause I take out this reel
I'm the shit trille
and my heart man I feel

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

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