Luyện nghe bài hát My Fo Fo

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest 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

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, beef shit is making niggaz nervous

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

Is it me or 'Candy Shop' sound like 'Magic
In the video, this Fifty 'bout to strip
his ass, what 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,
They're the 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 ever
Curtis, Jackson
How come you can never be seen?

(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
give it to you, baby, nice and slow

Now, let's take it back to the Vibe
Where that nigga and then snuffed your boss
Minute ago, all I heard was
niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit

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

'Hate it or Love It,' The on top
Now you of him, when your shit gon' stop?
You 'CB4,' youse a bitch 'Straight Outta Locash'
L.A. believe him, this nigga is so ass

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the have you ever 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, and slow

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

This nigga be around with
Twenty cops talkin' on records
Never out his house
Feel he can't get touched, man

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

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

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