Luyện nghe bài hát Victim (Explicit)

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

Stay in your lane nigga
You with the Don nigga
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 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 to end up dead when you fuckin' with crack
Talk about girl pop off, where the fuck you be at?
I see MJ in the more than Curtis
of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be grieving every sunday service

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

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 from South side Jamaica,

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 fakest that 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 going to it to you baby, nice and slow

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

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

We them terror boys
You know not to test us
it or love it, The Game's 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 don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?

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

me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've 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
Y'all thinkin' JD slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for Fat Joe man
He crazy tho

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

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

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