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
Stay in your lane, nigga
You fuckin' with a Don, nigga, Crack, me

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever
Curtis, Curtis
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
give it to you, baby, nice and slow

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

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

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

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the have you ever seen?
Curtis, Curtis
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 back to the Vibe
Where that nigga and then snuffed your boss
Minute ago, all I heard was
Fifty ran and they didn't even do shit

That's a shame, I was sittin' in the front
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 nigga 'Straight Outta Locash'
L.A. don't believe him, nigga is so ass

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, the fakest have you ever seen?
Curtis, Curtis
How come you can ever 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
give it to you, baby, nice and slow

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

This nigga be walkin' with
Twenty talkin' shit on records
Never comin' out his
Feel like he get touched, man

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

me, nigga could response ten thousand times
I talkin' back to that nigga
The one I will promise you

If I want get you I'm get you
And that's it, man, it's Crack,
gon' be a real ugly summer, man