Luyện nghe bài hát My Fo Fo

Yeah do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love motherfuckin' hip hop game
This nigga here is a nigga, man
Stay in your motherfuckin' lane,
You fuckin' with a Don, nigga, Crack, me

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

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

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

Is it me or 'Candy Shop' sound 'Magic Stick'?
In the video, this nigga Fifty 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 from Southside, Jamaica,
the boys in blue, I'm just speakin' the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you, me, nigga

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

Now, let's take it back to the awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed boss
Minute ago, all I was G-G-G-Unit
niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit

That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the
Waitin' for you to dump
Where all thug and them Teflon vests-es?
We Terror 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 Outta
L.A. don't believe him, this is so ass

You dissed 'Lean Back,' said my was a dud
Now tell me have you ever 'em up in the club?
Nope, nope, no shawty right
You singin' more than you rappin' now Fifty that right

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you 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

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

nigga be walkin' around with
Twenty cops talkin' shit on
comin' out his house
Feel he can't get touched, man

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

Trust me, nigga could response ten thousand
I ain't talkin' back to that
The one I will promise you

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