🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Fuck You - 50 Cent

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