Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

Yeah, that'll do it, yeah, I hip hop
I love muthafucking hip hop game
This nigga here is a nigga man
Stay in your lane nigga
You with the Don nigga crack follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be
I got you,Imma give you my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo, my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
I'mma give it to you baby, nice and

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fucking with
Talk about your girl pop off, the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is niggaz nervous

It's gonna be families grieving Sunday service
End up your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he won't come about bitch

Is it me or does shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty to strip
Shaking his ass, what the is wrong with this nigga
Fifty make me, brap

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five on your team
And they're not South side Jamaica, Queens
the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you, me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never be seen
I got you,I'mma give you my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(Shit all on you niggas)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(Mofucker)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(It's crack, crack, it's crack)

I'mma it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let's take it to Vibe awards
Where nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't do shit

That's a shame, I was sitting in the front
Waiting for you to dunk
Where are all guns and them Teflon vests?
We terror squad boys

You should know not to test us it or love it, the game's on top
Now you jealous of him, your shit going to stop?
You's CB4, you's a bitch nigga out of low cash
LA don't believe him, this is so ass

You dissed lean back, said my was a dud
Now me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
Nop, nop, nop
That's right, you singin' than you rappin'
Now that ain't right

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never be seen
Once I got you, I'mma you
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(They say motherfucking nigga)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(It's bitch)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
I'mma give it to you baby, and slow

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I know what y'all thinkin' man y'all thinkin' JD gonna lyrically
This nigga be for dissin' Fat Joe man he really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty talking shit on records
And never be comin' out of his house feel like he get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one only

It ain't gonna be songs to me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted
Trust me, nigga can respond ten times
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will promise you
I won't get you I'm a get your family it man crack bitch
It's gonna be a ugly summer man