Luyện nghe bài hát Fucks With You

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

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

WE FUCKS EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG
AS FAR AS CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG
WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!

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

B]

Five seven with thirty five homie pitch a
Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain't the one to fuck
Cause my so prolific, you sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and he neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my
my do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil rocking some shoes thinking that they cushy
Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a
Watch how I scream with the cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean I squeeze cause the glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, on the dank
my quarter across the border I ordered 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 hoopties I done (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper (stay fly!)
My do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the curb
if I'm not out of I'm up in Harlem on the curb
Or B. I, in the office with my feet up
Stay through the city, stay cautious if you see us
Been for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, stay coughing off the (stay high)
Break the speed limit sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, never be like us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07'
the G-wall, I know several lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was heavy in the (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and piped up
The wrist forty five, chain and it's iced up