Luyện nghe bài hát Fck Em

(Ft. 2 & Wale)

[Verse 1: Ross]
after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldnt make it, now Im winning Timothy
Fourth quarter, Im back, quarter, in fact
quarter, thats that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent
Corvette so clean think Bruce Springsteen rent 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 cost three mil, this shit real
and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, stacks
All I is bad hoes, all these niggas gon rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, theyre back
All I need is Benzos, on Lorenzos
Stack my tenfold, make this my new ten-four

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

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

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

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

Im screaming f-ck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, F-ck witness
b! tch, Im big business
Im f-ck em

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

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

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
b! tch, Im big business
Im f-ck em