Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

Rick Ross]
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
Fuck all you
me fuck all these bitches
I got different Rollies
And they all mint

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

2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a
Riding with the chopper, like my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with
Got a sign in my garage say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm
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 deuced up, two got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, do it like Bo Jackson
Every I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it doesn't matter
I run circles these niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing on my new shit
since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching at one six oh
A nigga trees -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
fever for the night
Horny or white, that's