Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Rick
after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy
quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant advance, you spent that
Corvette so you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I there -- but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these gon' rat
Half these niggas now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new

[Hook: Rick
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck all you
Watch me all these bitches
I got eight Rollies
And they all condition

I'm screaming em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
I got five Benzes
is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big
I'm screaming em

[Verse 2: 2
'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my
What you about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with
Got a sign in my that say, "Foreign only"
pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud like a Newport
Dad wasn't -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it doesn't matter
I run circles round these world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that shit
Riding deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no missing roof on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm lanes at one six oh
A nigga fine -- a police siren!
Woop -- nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty; get low
On the low, I'mma that jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax