Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

you
This is for them hoes that I
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
This is for snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
Go ahead tell em why mad
Cause youre broke and sad
And nobody tryin to

you
So I just to say
F U C K

This next track is for them ass bitches and niggas
Kim
Who I was gonna rot in jail
This is Ive been waitin for
Who thought I couldnt do it
Thats the hook, the right motherfuckin hook
Yeah, the motherfuckin Queen is back, bitch
Go hide under a rock, fuck you

you
This is for them that I hate
Pardon my
But I just say

you
This is for them snakes that smile in your
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
Go tell em why youre mad
Cause youre broke and sad
And aint nobody to

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

Does my offend you?
You hoes aint friends but they try to to
Snakes in the grass tryin to against you
Tell em why mad cause Im fly like Jet Blue

They try to go through what Ive been through
But they to catch up cause theyre in my rear view
I kick a ass in my Jimmy Choo shoe
But you ain't even settin up my hairdo

I tell this to you, bitch go to
Youre sayin my name, tryin to get your shit to
And even though your been away, got low like Chappelle
Im back in the club, got everybody

you
This is for them that I hate
Pardon my
But I just say

you
This is for them snakes that smile in your
my French
But I just say

you
Go tell em why youre mad
Cause youre and youre sad
And nobody tryin to

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

Go ahead tell em why mad
you spend on your rent I spend on my Louis bag
Im class, shoppin on 5th Ave
You keep the tag in your clothes so you can it back

Mad youre broke and you're lookin for a fix
But you want my autographs and you wanna a flick
Tell em why youre mad cause you real pissed
Jealousy is a disease and you real sick

Need to see a doc, a girl on top
Lotta bitches want my spot but I got it on
to the bank, Ima get it non-stop
When they in the spot, let everybody holla

you
This is for them hoes I hate
my French
But I wanna say

you
This is for them snakes that in your face
Pardon my
But I just say

you
Go tell em why youre mad
Cause broke and youre sad
And aint tryin to

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

Kimbrel, Im sayin what I feel
You hoes than a three dollar bill
Now the Queens back, you already the drill
time you gettin burned is when youre on the treadmill

Its they always on their period
why youre mad, go on tell em why you furious
You chicks crack me up, nobody take you serious
I laughed at em, make Eddie Murphy

here, dont hate me, hate the person in the mirror
So please keep fake ass shit from over here
And put your middle fingers in the air
And we gon them haters

you
This is for them hoes that I
Pardon my
But I just say

you
This is for snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my
But I just say

you
Go ahead tell em why mad
Cause broke and youre sad
And aint tryin to

you
So I just to say
F U C K you

you