Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Y'all Hoes

If you ain't G-D
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't V-L
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Crips
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Bloods
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't BHZ
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't North Memphis
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't Orange Mound
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(Fuck hoes)

Bitch we are
We warfare
We gangbangers
But we will make you

I show you falling
I show you slopes
I show you swiss I
I dangling from the

You top that
Up in the
But in the they ho
You cool they but so

But if he eat the
And wanna go for
get them guns out ho
I you fucking former ho

I can fight this
I can whoop this
I can
(Gun loading)
(Gun Shots)
Boom, the trigger

I can rob boy
I can mob boy
I can call a killer
Do a job on boy

I can this fool
I can this fool
I can get them off my five
Or ten o'clock

I can lend a helping
I can be fucking friend
I can his body stankin'
In a garbage can

If you ain't Hollywood
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Walker Homes
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Home
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Walter Simmons
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Smokey
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't LMG
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Dixie Homes
(Fuck hoes)

Don't play the Hypnotize C A M P
(A C)
Blowin' small balls feel me
Maybe I be what chu' the first lady

Triple Six put me through the doors getting
Now you
Jelous ass bitches in my
take my shit out of place
(You be bitch)

I be on some
with some Alizae
Smokin' on hay
On my way, on plat, "A"
("A")

I'm on some small niggas
(That rob niggas)
coke
(With big mob figures)
That niggas
In ya

Get 'em recorded they own
I'm puss, and dankin' drankin'
Drank wit' niggas
I them stagged up

And round trick a heavy niggas
I'm talkin'
Engage up out of the back seat
Pull the triggers and I a tone, world-rone

Dangers on, hustle
on, burn a post
Papers on, but still I'm

If you ain't New Chicago
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Roxy Brown
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Pussy Valley
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Fowler
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Douglas
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Trig then
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Mclemore
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Hill
(Fuck hoes)

No
You think this kid fucked up the fucking
Bitch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back

drippin' off his neck, son of bitch you don't know me
"Kopsta"
I hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"Knicca"

And you think you got strip than why don't you get with him
And if you wanna me grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say, "Mister, cum a ya"
got 'em scared

If you ain't claiming Hyde
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Grove
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Ridge Crest
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Bartlett then
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Germantown
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't
(Fuck hoes)
If you naming

y'all hoes
Fuck y'all
Fuck y'all

y'all hoes
Fuck y'all
Fuck y'all