Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

B, I'm feeling it the heart now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the
I'm my nigga Killer and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all y'all faggot ass out there
That wouldn't us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, y'all, niggaz

All y'all bitches wouldn't suck my dick
When I was Betha, fuck y'all, bitches
And all bitches that wanna fuck my nigga Huddy Combs

'Cuz he roll wid me, y'all, bitches
All y'all niggaz that around
And made my nigga Blood can't be
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, y'all, niggaz

This out to Mr. Fuckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play
You always talkin' 'bout I'm fuckin' too

And what about fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, he had to run the whole fuckin' shift

yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that bitch who never me
You thought I wasn't out, right, bitch?

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she never me no bread
Plus, she never me no head
pussy was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, you

Yeah, you thought I go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I know
bitches wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his is small
that nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

Yeah, he always wanna beat it
But the never wanna eat it
Fuck nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care, fuck him
Never spends a dime, he never home on time, fuck them, B

Fuck you, you, fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you)
Fuck you, fuck you, you, fuck you
(Fuck you)

Fuck you, fuck you, you, fuck you
Fuck you, you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, you, fuck you

Mayn, you