Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happen Tonight

Fuck all that ho
Fuck all you fuck
Bitch, we're real
Get money,
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke

I got my gun on me,
I tell my I'll never leave them lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck what tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote, name in blood
the love's gone,
Your eyes full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial
You it all, die alone
A war's going on safe from
Now we're to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these
figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm up
Two-stepping with the devil
Diluted blood in my eyes
a stillborn,
Niggas won't it out alive, nigga

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids never leave them lonely
Fucking on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
what happens tonight,
Fuck what happens
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm to die tonight
Put it on momma that clip in the back, and I it twice
a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing mine,
You could get it including your wife
life a motherfucker?
Since that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping with that weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with
Niggas want Turn them to pasta
up the clip, shoot up your master
Bang bang, bless them
Passed beside him, rest aside a
swimming with snakes inside
And at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters me
Nigga, until

I got my gun on me,
I tell my I'll never leave them lonely
streets on me,
Death row Jamaicans your family
Fuck happens tonight,
what happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea, to the block
a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, clot
test the lion
'Cause you'll get on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop on
Pot's hot it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm
Dip with us, with us,
Slide us, slip with us
Sit with us, slick us,
This bad little bitch wanna get us
Say she likes the French tip nails I wear
And how I'm so out
With in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to
Blue bandana, me and Montana
At the Tropicana Tanehsa,
Alisha, Lakesha,
for my blammer

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll leave them lonely
Fucking on me,
Death row Jamaicans murder family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck what tonight,
got my gun on me

The smell of blood in the
Body laid out stiff full of stab
I this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard me I told him that
Nigga, eye for an eye
A for a life, a body for a price
I want to smell his last took
And look him in his eyes and make for sure he knows how looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can it
Shot him four times with the gun I was
killing, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away a demeanour
Like I done it
evil this way's coming
For big face hundreds this gets punished

I got my gun on me,
I tell my kids I'll never leave lonely
streets on me,
Death row murder your family
Fuck happens tonight,
Fuck happens tonight
Fuck happens tonight,
got my gun on me