Luyện nghe bài hát Fucks With You

Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd
rap extravagance classic for you niggaz

Max B]
WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH
GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM WITH CHUUUUUU?
GET BRAAAINS, I FUCKS WITH CHUUUUU....
CAUSE WE THEM YOU LOVING!

WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE SWANG
AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD
NIGGA WE GETTING DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE THEM YOU LOVING!

If trap is the way out then y'all stuck there (for' real)
shops the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a different story (ha!), out of line
in that so I think I need a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by cover
comes to yay you can't judge a brick by color (what!)
You only know if it's when you put it in the raw
and that watch ain't if you still see the border
If he hustle, somebody around him does
And if he ain't homie, somebody around him
(Cause?) gangster ain't easily portrayed (nah)
Death dishonor niggaz easily betrayed
Same niggaz from the sandbox, I bought (drops)
One year or two times we can watch the ball (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggaz playing right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz ain't spraying

B]

Five seven with thirty homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches, ma the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do
I'm abusing my name buzzing Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and he ain't Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my
my do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking that they
Lil niggaz got it thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I cause the glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the
my quarter the border I ordered what it drink
Got ya caught up in loops all up in the lane
All in the paint, we and caught up in the mix.....OWWW

We do it to the death, a hundred I done wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but super duper fresh (stay fly!)
My do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the curb
if I'm not out of town I'm up in on the curb
Or B. I, in the office with my feet up
Stay running through the city, cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard, be off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta fly, Austin to the sneakers
I the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
the speed limit something sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll never be us (not at all)
at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know several (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and it's up
The wrist forty five, chain heavy and iced up