Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

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If your hoped we wouldn't 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)
my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you

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

Niggas that you running 'round getting ass
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so
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 still for niggas
I'm coming through
You heard, L O X came in a yellow Lex

And hop out with the Air Force One's with checks
And you to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, a lot of is homos
Funny style niggas down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit and pee

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

Now I'm bigger checks
Conference calls with bigger
Bigger bracelets with bigger
Fuck

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

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

You can die 'coz this shit might to me
But I'ma happen to be, packin' the 3
with bitches 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 with a gun on the
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
They touch you, only thing to say is fuck you

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular
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 heart of hatred, fuck you
And you we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you

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