Luyện nghe bài hát Fck Em

(Ft. 2 & Wale)

1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my
Thought I wouldnt it, now Im winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, Im back, quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, thats that, Ford in all black
I said and I meant that, advance, you spent that
so clean youll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to
Alonzo, my condo three mil, this shit real
IPhone and iPad, in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four
All I need is bad hoes, all these gon rat
Half these niggas now, they knocked it down, theyre going back
All I need is Benzos, on Lorenzos
my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

Fuck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
F-ck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
F-ck all you
Watch me f-ck all b! tches
I got eight different
And they all mint

Im screaming em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got five Benzes
This is my
Im screaming, F-ck every
Cause b! tch, Im big
Im f-ck em

2: 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my
Me gon hit my
you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a
Riding the chopper like its my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, Foreign
Forces pouring, on mixtapes Im
See my that fire shit, and yo shit boring
2 smoking loud like its a newborn
Dad wasnt around, my figure was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo
beat Im toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesnt
I run circles these niggas world like Saturn

Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
F-ck all you
Watch me f-ck all b! tches
I got eight Rollies
And all mint condition

Im f-ck em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, every witness
b! tch, Im big business
Im f-ck em

3: Wale]
Black Foamposites, its we on that outer shit
Riding deep and Im as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that Mark strong
aint no basic smoke
Shout-out to lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her to go
No Canseco, and Im lanes at one six oh
A trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, thats Diplo
And you cute, shorty, get low
On the low, talk that jazz
Jungle for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax

Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you
me f-ck all these b! tches
I got eight different
And all mint condition

Im screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, every witness
b! tch, Im big business
Im screaming em