Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

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If your we wouldn't make it, fuck you
(Fuck you)
Talk a heart full of hatred, fuck you
(Fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, you
(Fuck you)
Only my man is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you

Yo, everybody's a that's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when coming then I heat they ass up
'Cuz them that you went to school with
Will you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Whip

Niggas that you running getting ass with
Ain't gon' you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a nigga that seem to know so much

you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening and you pumping for niggas
I'm coming through
You heard, L O X came through in a Lex

And hop out with the Air One's with yellow checks
And you to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos
Funny niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit and pee

I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your
going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't you a call
And I ain't got a home phone number, I on the road

Now I'm getting bigger
Conference calls bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets bigger begets
Fuck

All I do is get and think of faving you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha and just pray to the Lord
I'd die today than live tomorrow
watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball

Put in my work, you get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the
the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me S.P., and I on your boss

You can die 'coz this might happen to me
But still happen to be, packin' the 3
Fuck with bitches be wrappin' the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, the D

in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me a gun on the corner
Let you know all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, it dog, die in the can

I say you pussy, you die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trip, into death
touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you

A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is
you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks by
Putting a M A S H on niggas Klinger and Horgi

So you mushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that shit

Be as deep as you inside the fucking
Or you can deep sea dive, with no gear
I'll drown you your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like

hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck and hand
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman,
Play in shit make a angel with it
And I give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share

Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from year
When I bust I use snubs, denim in the spot
The hand I write with a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's to my post

Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, bezzy
Then I'm good I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot,

If you hoped we wouldn't make it, you
Talk a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, you

I'll tell you in face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, you
And watch you die on the street, you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, them too