Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Everybody Else

Heavy
Yeah, Bitch bitch
Suck my dick dick
I can't till i beat these muhfuckin cases
Ima smack the shit out of all you busta ass niggas on my mama,
Gang

I tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody
When my lil stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight can't with everybody
Screaming free my lil hittas i hate them feds got em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead
I cut off your finger right after i head shot ya
I can't trust none of these these bitches for everybody
You can't short me my nigga you know i want dollar

Boy you on my block
no trespassing on my block
Boy you better check in or get
I got nine bodies on my Glock
I got about bodies in my drop
Oh, can't stop and won't
No, fuck your out her socks
Oh, don't get mad what thots do
He might lose it bout that bitch, he might some bout that bitch
I might cut that off, she might do some bout that dick
I can't that bitch on no date, I can't fuck with bitches they fake
I can't fuck with niggas they hate, If you fuck with me you not
Tryna take care of my family but I can't take of everybody
You might not understand me so fuck what they bout me
I'm like fuck what they bout me, free my dawg the fed got him
If them they ever kill me I hope they lay dead by me

I been and clutchin and bustin at everybody
When my lil stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms
I keeping my circle tight can't fuck with everybody
Screaming free my lil hittas i hate them feds got em
In the trenches with demons by dead bodies
I might cut off your right after i head shot ya
I can't trust none of these these bitches for everybody
You can't short me my nigga you know i every dollar

If you mention south Memphis know I'm the fuckin king
If you hit one of my bitches know they not on my team
I gotta take care of my grandma she know I be feinds
If I come in with my 40 you know it come a beam
Security just me but I still got my strap in
I ain't no nigga permission to hit my city you gotta tap in
camp whole waiting in the city yall little bitty niggas better get a sack in
I could've got you whacked then
I been running chasing back ends
Grandma was my momma and my was daddy
You know I come from nothing the reason I'm flashy
My cousin me if them pussies play let them have it
I come from the projects where dusty and ashy

I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at
When my lil bitch stop ill buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight can't with everybody
Screaming free my lil i hate that them feds got em
In the trenches with demons by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after i shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches these bitches for
You can't me my nigga you know I want every dollar