Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Method
Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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What you wanna be you grow up
You wanna be
You be pranksters
You wanna drugs
You be gangsters
Thats what silly are made of

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty seven
Display gators
We comin
To blaze
Meet mark and pardon me to mark
A dutch it
Lex Leonardo arts
Apple cranberry with crystal
Fan
Desert mountain in the ground
We
One five a liter
a taste
Splash heater
Smack your face
your sneakers
Shit is like a mission to
for bars
Takin' ours
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a little
swoop it
Throw it in the ground and it
Next check was
Your pack your shit
Get
a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas on later
Try to put them on haters
I met of them niggas yo
Waitin' on the droolin'
need schoolin'
Let me yo
And roll a what
one
Yo respect if you son
Dont be big back about to learn to dunn
All hell to niggas in
With in they fishtanks
Now he come he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, yo
We realer up in my yo
finger five O's
Take to climb vines yo
Lay on the
Laury only lovin' Rae kind
Sun splash cash layin like three of hash
Fully wrapped in a indian stash

Method

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Aiyyo, get up
Lex be braggin'
Get it up
Fuck shorty got in a mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the Ness
He rock this
Fresh Ferrari in a six

Yo about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is up pokin on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin'
See what I black queen
Stop like crack fiends an'
Brawl we thank all of y'all
the wall hype
Checkin how this lady walks stay
Grab the remain, (Uh)
Shame to yours
We green
Rock the same gameplan, (Yo, Yo)

Method
Ladies and
about to see
A pastime about to be
Takin' to the degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef
Watch out is too nosey
slappin' the phoney
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up
Crack still smokin'
Face
Coke straw stickin' out your and D
Proposin' you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold the play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin
on now
Shits too
Fuck you and now your man
Time stand still for y'all bitches
Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in jizzals
Im it now
Throw in the like a jig-saw

She multi-colored a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link
On tracks we connect, politic
Take to that

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