Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck Right Now

I'm not crazy, I'm a fuck, oh shit!
Floopy goober, motherfucker, floopy fuckin'
They ain't for what we 'bout to bring back!
They ready for Tyler with the green hat!
They ain't for the Wang$ap, niggas!
Fuck is niggas talkin' 'bout,
We die legends!

I hope you
I hope you puttin' some money to the side, my nigga and payin' taxes
I hope you not incriminatin' you and your niggas on songs you trappin'
I hope you dressin' and not followin' niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin' ain't just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh shit, they are you're not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in Lean, Xan every
You fuckin' weak and you robbin' plug?
You got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
'Cause you're doin' your thing
(Talk shit, Young Nigga!)
I they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit
Oh you wearin' and Supreme this season?
Stop to yourself, nigga, me the reason
now
A little goonie with nice sounds
This little groupie want the now
Yeah, she coochie, kinda dyke now
Got a new bike, wow
And it the go-kart, go SKRRT now (Talk your shit!)
I want the La Ferrari, but shit
Can't you lower the price

now, nigga!
now, nigga!
now, nigga!

I'm not one
When it to a vision, I ain't got one
Rolling Stone gave me a cover so
Umm, so I one
I ain't do college, I fuck them lessons
I ain't no gang, I said fuck them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy my path
Cashed my first check and fuck depression, nigga
what you scared for?
Everybody lean, gang know
you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with on, like
You ain't no shit like mine
You ain't seen no dick like
(Naaaah, pause)

What the fuck right
What the fuck now?
What the fuck now?
What the fuck right
the fuck right now?
What the right now?
What the fuck right now? (These niggas even understand! Goddamn, man!)
What the fuck right

Tell you dickheads I'mma go
Niggas told me to up
So I to a V10
I'm in a lot doin' donuts
go my ego, leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my Scoobie
Y'all don't want beef, let us know he can eat bread
'Cause he that mayo, fuego
Respect you see him
Boy, last album was a musical
always lost with you niggas like Liam
Neeson, boy, you run
Here I come, glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run with many 'cause their is bitter
mad at T
Where the freckled white boys at? 'Cause I don't fuck with niggas
That's not my homie, that's not my
That's not my team, nigga, bench-warmers
I am a stormer, I am a
I am a cooper, bitter loss, as as I moved it
I run the
I do not got for niggas' opinions
fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, they're dead weight, them useless
Neck heavy mothafuckin' bad news
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' with a
I got a new white one I worked hard for
So the on my car doin' jump jacks
My big bro Frankie got a
My little brother Taco got a
If you see 'em me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like
But of

Get money, nigga! Get money!
All you funny lookin' back the fuck up!

I to add this
I sit in with a to do list
to do and play acoustics, you
Sit around and look at me feelin'
up and make excuses, fuck it

Fuck niggas!
Aye man, aye man!
Aye I got one mothafuckin' question
Why the fuck these niggas wanna look like me
Why the fuck these hoes wanna fuck a nigga you now?
Why the fuck these niggas frontin' like niggas ain't been invented the swag they runnin'
Why the fuck is niggas actin' niggas ain't the originators of this shit?
Man I tell these niggas can die and suck a dick!
How was that?