Luyện nghe bài hát My Fo Fo

Yeah that'll do it, yeah, I hip hop
I love this hip hop game
This nigga is a little nigga, man
in your motherfuckin' lane, nigga
You fuckin' a Don, nigga, Crack, follow me

Fifty, meet Fifty, the fakest have you ever seen?
Curtis, Curtis
How come you can never ever be

(Once I got you, I'ma you my)
My, my fo fo fo fo fo
My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo
I'ma give it to you, baby, and slow

Fifty, you gon' end up dead you fuckin' with Crack
Talkin' about you pop off, where the fuck you be at?
Cook, I see MJ in the hood more than
Matter fact, beef shit is making niggaz nervous

It's gonna be grieving every Sunday service
End up with your head off, thanks to Curtis
But he care, he stay locked up in the house an' shit
Steroid up and he won't about that bitch

Is it me or 'Candy Shop' like 'Magic Stick'?
In the video, this nigga 'bout to strip
Shakin' his ass, the fuck is wrong with this nigga?
Fifty, make me

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on team
And they're not Southside, Jamaica, Queens
the boys in blue, I'm just speakin' the truth
Now we all see the in you, follow me, nigga

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you seen?
Curtis, Jackson
How come you can never ever be

(Once I got you, give you my)
My, my fo fo fo fo fo
My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo
I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and

Now, let's take it to the Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and snuffed your boss
ago, all I heard was G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and didn't even do shit

That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the
for you niggaz to dump
Where all guns and them Teflon vests-es?
We them Squad boys, you should know not to test us

'Hate it or It,' The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, your shit gon' stop?
You 'CB4,' youse a bitch nigga 'Straight Locash'
L.A. don't believe him, nigga is so ass

You dissed Back,' said my shit was a dud
Now tell me have you ever 'em up in the club?
Nope, nope, no shawty that's
You singin' more than you now Fifty that ain't right

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you seen?
Curtis, Curtis
How come you can never be seen?

(Once I got you, give you my)
My, my fo fo fo fo fo
My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo
I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and

New York, I know what thinkin', man
Y'all thinkin' Jada gon' slay him
This be crazy for dissin'
Fat Joe man, he crazy though

This be walkin' around with
Twenty cops shit on records
comin' out his house
Feel like he get touched, man

I respond one time, one time
It ain't gon' be no songs from me, man
And for all the muh'fuckers
Who Crack man

Trust me, nigga could ten thousand times
I ain't back to that nigga
The one thing I promise you

If I get you I'm gon' get you
And it, man, it's Crack, bitch
It's gon' be a real summer, man