Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

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

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

Niggas that you running 'round getting ass
gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that to know so much

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

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

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

Now I'm getting bigger
calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with begets
y'all

All I do is get high and 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
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you me off
Call me S.P., and I on your boss

You can die this shit might happen to me
But I'ma still to be, packin' the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin' the
And the niggas that bug over 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 real and you can front if you
I understand, it dog, die in the can

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

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

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

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

Baking hot, and you can sled ride 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 y'all with the same 8 from last year
I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
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 means you shot,

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

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