Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

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If hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
(Fuck you)
Talk with a heart 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
them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool

Niggas that you running 'round ass with
Ain't gon' help you do but carry your casket
Got the to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young that seem to know so much

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

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

I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking kids
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 number, I live on the road

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

All I do is get high and of faving you all
Motherfuckers hit knees and just pray to the Lord
I'd rather die today than tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and

Put in my work, you get put in a church
Funeral time, kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, 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 I'ma still to be, packin' the 3
Fuck with that be wrappin' the keys
And the niggas bug over drug money, clappin' the D

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

I say you pussy, you won't die for right-hand man
As well as your left, trip, fell into death
They you, only thing else to say is fuck you

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

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

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

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 don't give a fuck that 380 that y'all share

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

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

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

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