Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how you can never ever be seen
Once I got you,Imma 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 with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the you be at
I see MJ in the hood more Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making nervous

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

Is it me or does candy shop sound like stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is with this nigga
don't make me, brap

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, the fakest thug you've ever seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can ever be seen
Once I got you,I'mma 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 give it to you baby, and slow

Now take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and snuffed your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they even do shit

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

You should not to test us hate 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 nigga straight out of low cash
LA don't him, this nigga is so ass

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

Fifty, Fifty, he's the fakest 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, nice and

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

It ain't be more songs to me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted
Trust me, nigga can respond ten times
I ain't talkin' to that nigga one thing I will real 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