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 we 'bout to bring back!
They ain't ready for Tyler with the hat!
They ain't for the Wang$ap, niggas!
Fuck is niggas 'bout, nigga?
We die legends!

I hope you
I hope you puttin' money to the side, my nigga and payin' your taxes
I you not incriminatin' you and your niggas on songs with you trappin'
I hope you dressin' yourself and not followin' opinions on fashion
I them cars that you drivin' ain't rented just 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' weak and you your plug?
You got no plan, but I'm not here to judge
'Cause apparently you're your thing
(Talk your shit, Nigga!)
I they see me
pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh you Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop to yourself, nigga, me the reason
now
A little with some nice sounds
little groupie want the pipe now
Yeah, she eatin' coochie, dyke 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 come to a vision, I got one
Rolling Stone never gave me a so
Umm, so I one
I ain't do college, I said fuck them
I join no gang, I said fuck them weapons
the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path
Cashed my first check and said fuck depression,
Nigga what you for?
Everybody lean, gang know
you a new slave, I'm an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on,
You ain't seen no like mine
You ain't no dick like mine
(Naaaah, pause)

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

Tell you dickheads I'mma go
told me to grow up
So I to a V10
I'm in a lot doin' donuts
go my ego, leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my nigga
Y'all don't want beef, let us he can eat that bread
'Cause he pushin' that mayo,
when you see him
Boy, last was a musical museum
Somethin' 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 tall freckled white boys at? 'Cause I don't fuck niggas
not my homie, that's not my woadie
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 time for niggas'
They fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, want 'em
I 'em, they're dead weight, them niggas useless
Neck heavy like mothafuckin' bad
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked for
So the doors on my car jump jacks
My big bro got a Porsche
My little brother got a Beemer
If you see 'em me, they 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 at me feelin' foolish
Rollin' up and make excuses, it

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