Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Yo Face (uncle Fucka)

(Terrance and Phillip)
U-N-C-L-E fuck you, Fucka....Do right!

Hey, hey
ugh
Slip-n-slide, nigga...

(Chorus x2)
Uncle whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo face

(Verse 1, Daddy)
Everybody be the big boy
king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grains big big chains
big things on the big
done lost they brain
This shit ain't fun, the bullshit done
Gonna have to get the gun now, learn how to run now
you the one now
That they be talking bout they hanging out
Trying to play ya how to you out
Two shots rang you out, to slide in the game, you out
it's the game about, sheit
Ask or repeat anybody you used to be big back in the day
probably been in the grave or ?? from the heat of the cage
Them is dead

(Chorus x2)

(Verse 2, Trina)
Did I approve for you to to me?
Motherfuckers like you, hell, I it to 'em
hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em
No bus no dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg
Don't see no checks dogg, and stop when it's wet, dogg
But you could bet
That you don't no hoe that'll hide the work
Two inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first
fuck hard till the bursts, but umm...
I need my ???? Lee tight
White gold the X and O's
You putas betta know Trina is a hoe
Oh you don't

(Verse 3, Daddy)
betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose
I got a lot to prove, so motherfuckers and hoes
get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues
And break the rules, Motherfuckers is trying to hold me down
Think you can hold me
didn't know me, bet they ass know me now
Since I'm in now
Bitches, I with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em
And women, I just 'em while unzipping they denims
And run up in 'em
bitches they all the same
These bitches they all for
These got game

(Chorus x2)

(Verse 4, Daddy)
If it ain't 'bout bread, that
Broke wanna know why I say that
If the going price is right and not too
Goddammit, I'll pay
I two or three or four of 'em
So um, I get my nigga to throw 'em
See my hoes get my flow on
With you can't go wrong
I roll killas, niggas that count the dough and know
Never to trust a hoe, thug
That'll shoot yo ass, yo ass
My overtime be grabbin it
My doggs on the bow ain't it
Plus down south niggas got
''cause you raise the day you be savages

(Chorus x4)