Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck Right Now (Freestyle 4 Remix)

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

I hope you
I hope you puttin' some to the side, my nigga and payin' your taxes
I hope you not you and your niggas on songs with you trappin'
I you dressin' yourself and not followin' niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them that you drivin' ain't rented just to get some comments on 'Gram
Oh shit, they are 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 to judge
'Cause apparently you're doin' your
(Talk shit, Young Nigga!)
I know see me
pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh you wearin' Vans and Supreme this
lyin' to yourself, nigga, me the reason
now
A little with some nice sounds
little groupie want the pipe now
Yeah, she coochie, kinda dyke now
Got a new bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go now (Talk your shit!)
I really the La Ferrari, but shit
Can't you lower the down?

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

I'm not one
When it come to a vision, I got one
Rolling Stone gave me a cover so
Umm, so I one
I do college, I said fuck them lessons
I join no gang, I said fuck them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy my path
Cashed my first check and said fuck depression,
Nigga what you scared
Everybody lean, everybody 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)

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

you dickheads I'mma go nuts
Niggas told me to up
So I to a V10
I'm in a vacant lot doin'
There go my ego, leggo my
Never sip syrup, shout my Scoobie
Y'all don't want beef, let us he can eat that bread
'Cause he pushin' mayo, fuego
when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical
Somethin' always lost with you like Liam
Neeson, boy, you run
Here I come, snortin' glitter, portrait
I don't run with many 'cause their is bitter
mad at T
Where the tall freckled white boys at? I don't fuck with niggas
not my homie, that's not my woadie
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 for niggas' opinions
fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em
I drop 'em, they're dead weight, them useless
heavy like mothafuckin' bad news
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' a hunchback
I got a new white one I worked hard for
So the doors on my car doin' jacks
My big bro Frankie got a
My little brother Taco got a
If you see 'em around me, eatin'
We all good, like FEMA
But of

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

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

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