Luyện nghe bài hát Victim (Explicit)

Yeah, do it
Yeah, I hip hop
I this muthafuckin' hip hop game
nigga here is a little nigga man

Stay in motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don
me

Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can 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

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

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

Shaking his ass, the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty, don't me
Oh yeah, you got five niggaz on your team
And they're not from 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, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been
Once I got you, I'm gonna get you

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

Now let's take it back to awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your
A minute ago, all I was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty ran and they didn't even do shit

That's a shame, I was sitting in the front
for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon

We them squad boys
You should not to test us
Hate it or it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your going to stop?

You've me before
Yous a bitch nigga out of low cash
And don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you seen 'em up in the club?

No, no, no
That's right, you see more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that right

Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been
Once I got you, I'm gonna get 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 y'all thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam
This be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He crazy tho

This nigga be walkin' around twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be out of his house
Feel like he get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one only

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

One I will promise you
it man
This is crack
It's gonna be a real summer man