Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Method
Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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What you wanna be when you up
You be thugs
You be pranksters
You wanna sell
You wanna be
Thats what boys are made of

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty flavors
Display swade
We comin
To neighbors
Meet and pardon me to heat mark
A dutch it
Lex Leonardo arts
Apple cranberry mixed with
Fan
Desert mountain in the ground
We
One point five a
a taste
Splash your
Smack your twice
Clap your
Shit is a mission to Mars
Fishin' for
whats ours
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a little
Better it
Throw it in the and recoup it
Next check was
family pack your shit
Get
Leave a standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on
Try to put them on haters
I met eighty of them yo
Waitin' on the droolin'
need schoolin'
Let me yo
And a student what
one
Yo if you lose son
Dont be big back about to to move 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
Middle finger O's
Take time to climb yo
Lay on the
Like Laury only lovin' Rae
Sun splash cash layin like three bags of
Fully wrapped in a indian man's

Man:

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Aiyyo, get up
Lex should be
Get it up
Fuck shorty got cream in a truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch
He large this
Fresh in a drop six

Yo talkin about the on his clothes
Glaze is up pokin on rolls yo
Oh and maybe gettin' cream
See what I mean queen
Stop like crack fiends an'
Brawl we thank all of y'all
Play the hype
Checkin how this walks stay hawkin'
the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame to yours
We like
Rock the gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

Man;
Ladies and
Your to see
A hobby about to be
to the next degree
By and the bloody Chef Boyardee
out bitches is too nosey
Backhand the phoney
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up
Crack pipe smokin'
Face
Coke stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the apron
My thing hold the play-pen
And say the nursery they makin
on now
Shits too
Fuck you and now man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all
Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in your
Im it now
in the pieces like a jig-saw

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

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