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 ready 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 'bout, nigga?
We die legends!

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

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

I'm not one
When it to a vision, I ain't got one
Rolling never gave me a cover so
Umm, so I one
I ain't do college, I fuck them lessons
I join no gang, I said fuck them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy my path
my first check and said fuck depression, nigga
Nigga what you for?
lean, everybody gang know
you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk with chains on, like
You ain't seen no shit like
You seen no dick like mine
(Naaaah, pause)

What the fuck right
What the fuck now?
the fuck right now?
What the right now?
What the fuck right
What the right now?
What the fuck right (These niggas don't even understand! Goddamn, man!)
What the fuck now?

Tell you dickheads go nuts
Niggas me to grow up
So I to a V10
I'm in a vacant lot donuts
There go my ego, my Eggo
sip syrup, shout my nigga Scoobie
Y'all want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
'Cause he that mayo, fuego
when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical
Somethin' always lost with you niggas like
Neeson, boy, you run
I come, snortin' glitter, portrait pictures
I don't run many 'cause their walk is bitter
mad at T
Where the tall freckled white boys at? 'Cause I don't fuck niggas
That's not my homie, that's not my
That's not my team, nigga, they
I am a stormer, I am a
I am a cooper, loss, as soon as I moved it
I run the
I do not got time for opinions
They stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, dead weight, them niggas useless
Neck heavy like mothafuckin' bad
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' a hunchback
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 brother Taco got a Beemer
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 room a to do list
Proceed to do and acoustics, you
Sit around and at me feelin' foolish
up and make excuses, fuck it

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