🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Fuck You - 50 Cent

 [Chorus: scratching]
 Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 
 Styles  don't give a fuck" [3x]
 Styles "I  give a fuck who you are"
 Pain  The Ass " Fuck You"
 Nas "Niggaz  this and that"
 Big Pun  even, even better than before"
 Styles  don't give a fuck who you are"
 Pain  Da Ass "Fuck you"
  "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
 Styles "I  give a fuck who you are"
 Pain In Da  "Fuck you"
 Nas "Niggaz  this and that"
 Big Pun "I'm even, even  than before"
  "I don't give a fuck who you are"
 Nas "Niggaz  this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
 
 [Verse]
 Either I'm trippin'  the ecstasy
 Or I could  the world turnin'
 I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells 
 Comin' up, I was taught never back 
 That's why I  the way I act now, hold the mac down
 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell 
  with my gun smokin', you can smell death
 They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh 
 Hit the gas on it,  up and mash on 'em
 There's a lot of  in the streets about me
 Niggaz know,  nothing sweet about me
 Get back to questions, like  who shot ya?...
 You think  was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
 Nigga,  shit should stay in the street
 So, keep it on  low
 But everybody who's somebody  know
 A few  for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
 My advice if you  shot down, is get the fuck up
 LET'S GO
 
 [Chorus (Different 
 
 [Verse]
 Maaaaaaaaan
 I  niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
 Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone  Poke pussy
 I been gone through static, shot at with 
 Since 90, when Nas came out with 
 If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for 
 Cause Tommy Matola  shootin out in the hood wit me
 I've been shot 9 times my nigga  why I walk funny
 Hit in the jaw once,  I talk funny
 With a Ruger  my hip, I walk the street with no care
 Think my grandma's prayers the only reason  here
 My wrist icy, keep my ears icy,  my neck icy
  why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
 How dare these  take me lightly?
 I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like 
 My own homie said "50, you done  yo' mind"
 Cause I shootout in broad day, run and  my nine
 
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 [Verse]
 Can't find a nigga in the hood, that  "50 ain't hot"
 When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and  Rock
 Play the block, with the watch all rocked the  up
 Jukes me, A week later y'all  shot the fuck up
 Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always 
 This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made 
 The D's call me  my government name
  be dumb and shoot up parks
 Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus 
 There's wet  in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
 Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question  heart
 So  they come home, the come home
 Walking that tough walk, talking  "Rockavalede"
 Talk'll get you shot  New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
 Sex, money, murder, I gotta 
 But I  tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
 See,  uptown understand me in the street
 You niggaz uptown'll "Stan"  in the street
 Ha-ha
 
  (Different Variations)]