Luyện nghe bài hát My Fo Fo

Yeah do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love motherfuckin' hip hop game
This here is a little nigga, man
Stay in your motherfuckin' lane,
You with 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 end up dead when you fuckin' with Crack
Talkin' about you gon' pop off, 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 grieving Sunday service
End up with your popped off, thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he stay up in the house an' shit
Steroid up and he won't come about that

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

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five on your team
And they're not Southside, Jamaica, Queens
the boys 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, 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

Now, let's take it to the Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed 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' right in the
for you niggaz to dump
Where all thug guns and them 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 nigga 'Straight Outta 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 seen 'em up in the
Nope, nope, no that's right
You singin' more than you rappin' now Fifty that right

Fifty, Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen?
Curtis, Jackson
How come you can ever 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 it to you, baby, nice and slow

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

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

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

Trust me, nigga could response ten times
I talkin' back to that nigga
The one thing I will 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