Luyện nghe bài hát Victim (Explicit)

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

Stay in your lane nigga
You fucking the Don nigga
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 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

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

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

Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this
Fifty, make me
Oh yeah, you got five niggaz on your team
And not from South side Jamaica, Queens

They're the boys in 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 seen
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never 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 going to it to you baby, nice and slow

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

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

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

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

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

Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been
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 what y'all thinkin' man
thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for Fat Joe man
He crazy tho

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

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

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