Luyện nghe bài hát Victim (Explicit)

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

Stay in your motherfucking nigga
You fucking with the Don
me

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

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

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

Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong this nigga
Fifty, make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty niggaz on your team
And they're not from South Jamaica, Queens

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

Now take it back to vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then 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 in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to
Where are all guns and them Teflon vests?

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

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

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

Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest 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 give it to you baby, and slow

I know what thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam
This nigga be for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really tho

nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin' out of his
like he can't get touched man
I'm respond one time, one time 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 talkin' back to that nigga

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