🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Fuck You - 50 Cent

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