Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Done F**ked Up

Yeah, one, two, one, two, Big M E F
The from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the w***spot, good?
hood? Staten Island Advance
Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up

Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and
Come and get it, done f**ked up, now
Meth it, I comes with it, quick to tell these critics
Eat a didick, somebody f**ked up, now

Y'all done did it, done in it, now run and tell them
N***** who the realest, somebody done up, now
Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the
Live with it, somebody f**ked up

Look, I'm corners on these clowns, m******** and pounds
Found with Island n***** that run up on you with rounds
Take a drag, it around, guess who back in your town
And the crowd vict' with Brown patting him down

S***'s thick, thick as harmony grits, with some thugs
Ain't no, harmony bitch, them snitch
Y'all be the judge, look what happened to
What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you

Half a cig, let me f*** with ya wig, you loving the style
They're ain't a pedophile could f*** the kid
Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the
In the GM with your BM in the seat

hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it if I could
Man, it's me, once again that Wu-Tang
Crushing the that you bring, you know how we do things

Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and
Come and get it, somebody f**ked up, now
Meth spit it, I comes it, quick to tell these critics
Eat a didick, somebody done up, now

Y'all done did it, done stepped in it, now run and tell
N***** who the realest, done f**ked up, now
Can you dig it, you'll never the kid up in the fitted?
Live with it, somebody f**ked up

Yo, pulling my up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
again, who stunting, cops f**ked* with them
Feeling the blow, goose the skin, and on the scale
Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, nothing to him

See you can by how I'm clutching my pen like Mae Weather
her chin, she stunting, going up in her friend
Tell the label give me something to spin and every got a price
You a slice but we ain't cutting you in

Man, these fiends know my past work, a monkey
Until they back hurt, money talking, wonder what worth
And MCF, Cash First s***, picture the kid
On the in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt

Blast first, ask last
herse, n****, stretch yo a**, y'all n*****know what this is
It's New Yitty, this ain't a fad
M E F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad, Boy

Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and
Come and get it, done f**ked up, now
spit it, I comes with it, quick to tell these critics
Eat a didick, somebody done up, now

Y'all done did it, done stepped in it, now run and them
who the realest, somebody done f**ked up, now
Can you dig it, never stop the kid up in the fitted?
Live with it, somebody done up

Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance,
Word up, don't ever me out, just count me the f*** in
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