Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Em'

Let me gas this shit right
UHH!
1:]
40 Something, got it
Fuck double platinum I'm try'na go double
I'm in my own lane, independent shit
They back fuckin with me, a hundred thousand
I'm a you a square
I got that from my nigga Da Mayor
Mr. Flamboyant is I cut my head
They wanna see me go pop but the streets won't let me take it
As real as they it's the shortish on me
I feel organic no MSG
They diffy can't me they tardy
true they hella late they outta touch with the streets
They favorite rapper is weak to me they need to stop on me
Separately from the I'm a whole 'nother pedigree
They don't did them like used to no mo, mane I'm alone
Brah I made outta steel these niggas made outta

This ass niggas (FUCK EM!)
A&R's that that they rappers (FUCK EM!)
Set ass DJ's (FUCK EM!)
Closed-minded program (FUCK EM!)
Internet tough (FUCK EM!)
Managers steal and lie (FUCK EM!)
ass promoters (FUCK EM!)
If they ain't rockin' with (FUCK EM!)
2:]
These funny ass acting rappers be killing me
But they be shit without radio, BET or MTV
Everybody wanna how I got famous how I became a celebrity
I did it independently didn't nobody signed me I signed me
What the fuck you think E-40 be saying is he really from the
People love me mane I'm an icon it's more than just my
People bug me mane like a python I on em mane
When you goin Probably when I expire (uhh)
You might not see me on the TV
But in the hit I'm still hot like the sink handle
Mobster like Marlon keep it lid like a candle
Or sumthing like Rambo who's mandatory I the torch (uhh)
I'm an heevan
Fuck Chico State Police, they ban me for no
And oh yeah, just to suckers know
I ain't rapping to fast y'all listening too slow

3:]
Uhh! They thought I was this but I was that
I been records before some of y'all was in y'all daddy's nut sack
then ever
Matta fact I think I'm better than I was years ago selling tapes out the liquor sto'
How years was that bro? I don't know
24 couple of the vaca's or so, the late eighties about my doe
Did you that blow? Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than Bitch by doing this...
Dedication of work, sweat and tears, this ain't luck
This one of the longest runs in any rap career nigga
I got my name from drink and beers to the gut
Standing in front of my home by Derek Jones (BITCH)
I been selling my own my cell phone me and my own money
me and my family I don't know nobody
But my fans and my folks and my real
That be ready to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad me