🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Fuck You - 50 Cent

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