Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

B, I'm feeling it from the now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the
I'm with my nigga and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all faggot ass niggaz out there
wouldn't give us 300 dollars for the tape
To a demo, fuck y'all, niggaz

All y'all bitches that wouldn't my dick
When I was Mason Betha, fuck y'all,
And all y'all bitches that wanna fuck my nigga Combs

'Cuz he wid me, fuck y'all, bitches
All y'all niggaz that around
And made my nigga can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, y'all, niggaz

This goes out to Mr. Russell
Who never let me or play numbers
You always talkin' I'm fuckin' too young

And what about that fuckin', fuckin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the
Want to play like he fuckin' ran the station
Like he, he had to run the whole fuckin' shift

yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't out, right, bitch?

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she never gave me no
Plus, she never gave me no
pussy was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, you

Yeah, you I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I these
bitches wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, fuck you, him, B

Yeah, he always wanna come it
But the nigga wanna eat it
Fuck that nigga, Cam eat it, I really don't care, fuck him
Never a dime, he never comes home on time, fuck them, B

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you
(Fuck you)
Fuck you, fuck you, you, fuck you
(Fuck you)

Fuck you, you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you
Fuck you, you, fuck you

Mayn, you