Luyện nghe bài hát Victim (Explicit)

Yeah, do it
Yeah, I hip hop
I love muthafuckin' hip hop game
This nigga is a little nigga man

Stay in your motherfucking lane
You fucking the Don nigga
me

Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
I got you, I'm gonna get give you

My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, and slow

Fifty, you goin' to end up dead when you fuckin' crack
Talk about your pop off, where the fuck you be at?
I see MJ in the more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making nervous
It's gonna be families every sunday service

End up your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he's still up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that
Is it me or does candy shop sound magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty 'bout to

Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with nigga
Fifty, don't me
Oh yeah, you got sixty five niggaz on team
And they're not South side Jamaica, Queens

They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the
Yeah, we all see the in you
me

Fifty me, fifty, he's the that you've ever seen
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once I got you, I'm get give you

My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let's take it back to vibe
Where that nigga and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was
Fifty niggaz ran and didn't even do shit

That's a shame, I was sitting right in the
Waiting for you niggaz to
Where are all your guns and Teflon vests?

We them terror boys
You know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The on top
Now you of him, when your shit going to stop?

You've me before
a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever 'em up in the club?

No, no, no
That's right, you see them than you rappin'
Now Fifty that ain't

Fifty me, fifty, he's the that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can been seen?
I got you, I'm gonna get give you

My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, and slow

I know what thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' JD gonna lyrically
nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He crazy tho

This be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be out of his house
like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna one time, one time only

It ain't gonna be songs for me man
This is for all the fuckers who die crack
me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain't back to that nigga

One thing I promise you
it man
This is bitch
gonna be a real ugly summer man