Luyện nghe bài hát Fck Em

(Ft. 2 & Wale)

[Verse 1: Rick
C-note after c-note, put the on my kilo
Thought I wouldnt make it, now Im winning Timothy
Fourth quarter, Im back, fourth quarter, in
Fourth quarter, thats that, four Ford in all
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you that
Corvette so clean youll think Bruce Springsteen that
Cars just sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil, shit real
IPhone and iPad, in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four
All I need is bad hoes, all niggas gon rat
Half these working now, they knocked it down, theyre going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new

Fuck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
F-ck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you
Watch me f-ck all b! tches
I got eight different
And all mint condition

Im screaming em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got five Benzes
is my deposition
Im screaming, F-ck witness
Cause b! tch, Im big
Im screaming em

2: 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my
Me gon hit my
What you know walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe a crib
Riding with the chopper like its my
This for real niggas only, I still bail with
Got a sign in my garage that say, only
Forces pouring, on Im touring
See my that fire shit, and yo shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud its a newborn
Dad wasnt around, my figure was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it Bo Jackson
beat Im toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really matter
I run circles round these niggas world like

Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you
me f-ck all these b! tches
I got eight Rollies
And they all mint

Im screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, F-ck every
Cause b! tch, Im big
Im f-ck em

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, its like we on outer shit
Riding five deep and Im as dirty as congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, roof of my new shit
sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me
Smoke Mark McGuire strong
Oakland aint no smoke
to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her to go
No Canseco, and Im lanes at one six oh
A trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, get low
On the low, Imma talk jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, thats

Fuck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
F-ck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
all you haters
Watch me f-ck all b! tches
I got eight different
And all mint condition

Im screaming em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, every witness
Cause b! tch, Im big
Im screaming em