Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

For y'all, niggaz, all faggot ass niggaz out there
That give us 300 dollars for the tape
To a demo, fuck y'all, niggaz

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

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

This goes out to Mr. Russell
Who never let me gamble or numbers
You always 'bout I'm fuckin' too young

And what about that fuckin', that transit cop
Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the
Want to play like he fuckin' ran the 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 I wasn't getting out, right, bitch?

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

Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm yo' hoe
Fuck you but I know
bitches wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, you, fuck him, B

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

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

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

Mayn, you