Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What Happens Tonight

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

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

It was she wrote, your name in blood
When the gone,
Your eyes diluted full of
Six cars full of goons, six blocks the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get
Stone, ten shots, five gone, dial tone
You want it all, die
A war's on nobody's safe from
Now talking to the judge when your day come
it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these
Eight figures, need the story mansion
While I'm up
Two-stepping with the devil
Diluted with blood in my
a stillborn,
Niggas won't make it out alive,

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

(Ace Hood!)
Fuck it, I'm ready to die
Put it on momma that in the back, and I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the
with mine,
You niggas could get it your wife
Isn't a motherfucker?
Since seventeen that pistol's been my brother
Sleeping with that weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, a hundred if we're talking numbers
fucking with mobsters
Niggas want Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your
bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, aside a lake
That's swimming 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, then

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

From the depths of the sea, back to the
With a bitch on my dick and a of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, clot
Don't test the
'Cause you'll get dropped on the
Lick shot, drop on soil
Pot's hot it boils
To Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, ride us,
Slide us, slip with us
Sit us, slick with us,
bad little bitch wanna get with us
Say she likes the French tip nails that I
And how I'm so out
With in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and
At the Tropicana Tanehsa,
Alisha, Lakesha,
for my blammer

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

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

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