Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Up The Fun

Tell him to that
just play the track, stop cuttin' it off
you gotta let me pop my
it is what it is,
how the fuck is yall doin'
you ready what up, what up, what up, yo, yo, yo
who want it, who, who, it?
which nigga goon gettin' stewed with an onion
niggas all til' the rudes in up under
see you two get to runnin' the womb in the stomach
bitch nigga, bitch nigga
all these just raw food for the dinna
(come get ya bitch)
and these betta tuck they little jewels on the inner
cuz ya bitch hot nigga, fittin' to up the fun
don't fuck wit ya bitch when the rum in her
i dance on these niggas wit the gun in tha' butt
the gold jimmies, mirror, lil' son in the clutch
don't slip up lil' nigga, put the sun in ya nuts
(what?)

yo dude, to fuck up ya trust
go rumm when I hit ya, put you under the pump
you went wit ya nigga, now you close enough
to shoot at the throat, put you both in the slump, huh?
go head, go head, pop off
you can get your fams, or your mans, and them off (what?)
I'ma get the amms for you, and your top off
(go nigga)
shift on ya, the gun in ya face
you betta run a nigga, betta open the safe
you betta come for the money, betta up to wait,
I won't come with gorillas i run with the apes
that put in ya butt, like you under the cape yeah huh
(word)
most of niggas is fuckin' pussy out here
like, I'll smack all yall' in the face, all in the mouth, and all in the shit, where yall' girls bieng?
where yall' niggas come from, yall' get on my nerves

ok, ok, ok, oh
bitches betta quit chat
these bitches betta hold up the giz-at-gat
i grip the 5th and
I'd to have to blow your lil wig all back
I mean, I'd hate to to see you with your wig off bitch
i see you, to come, tryin' to get on bitch
you gon' trip, slip, fall, land, and on dick
and be the same nigga bout' to come and on this
(hold up)
scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, please
don't slip up in the presence, of your bambino
don't get it, it's your residence to get it so
used to sit up with the evidence, so don't speak
and we can freak wit' ya man week, bad bitches
you a nickel, and your game weak
I'm fickle, and my pussy's bleach
I could dissappear, and let the pussy game
let the game speak,

niggas know the of the pussy stay peach
and bitches, betta keep it, keep it goin like C4
reach in thing, and go bbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhh
hahahahaha brahaha brahahahaha brahahaha
it it keep it goin'
Who want it who who want it? Which little goon which nigga little goon goon
who want it who who it?
Who want it who who want it? Which nigga little goon which nigga little goon
who it who who want it?