Luyện nghe bài hát My Fo Fo

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the have you ever seen?
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
I'ma give it to you, baby, and slow

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

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

Is it me or 'Candy sound like 'Magic Stick'?
In the video, nigga Fifty 'bout to strip
Shakin' his ass, what the fuck is wrong this nigga?
Fifty, don't me

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your
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, the fakest 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
give it to you, baby, nice and slow

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

That's a shame, I was sittin' in the front
Waitin' for you to dump
Where all thug guns and them Teflon
We them Terror boys, you should 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. don't him, this nigga is so ass

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you seen?
Curtis, Jackson
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 it to you, baby, nice and slow

New York, I know what thinkin', man
Y'all thinkin' Jada gon' him lyrically
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 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 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,
It's gon' be a real summer, man