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 full of hatred, you
(Fuck you)
And you we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
(Fuck you)
Only my man is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you

Yo, everybody's a snake that's why I try to the grass cut
So I can see 'em they 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 into Cool Whip

Niggas that you running getting 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 nigga seem to know so much

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

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

I'll empty your house, back of cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking 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 bigger checks
Conference calls with 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with begets
y'all

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

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

You can die 'coz shit might happen to me
But I'ma happen to be, packin' the 3
Fuck with bitches be wrappin' the keys
And the that bug over drug money, clappin' the D

Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the
Let you know it's all 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, fell death
touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you

A-yo, y'all niggas hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, sparks whiz by
a M A S H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi

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

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

Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, and hand
When it comes to coke, I can a snowman, shit
Play in this make a angel with it
And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all

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

Fuck a present a yacht master, regular 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 you shot, what

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

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