Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Method
Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty flavors
Display swade
We comin
To blaze
Meet mark and pardon me to mark
A dutch it
Lex Leonardo profit
Apple cranberry with crystal
Fan
Desert mountain crib in the
We
One five a liter
Take a
your heater
Smack your twice
Clap sneakers
Shit is like a mission to
for bars
Takin' whats
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a little
Better it
it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was
Your family pack shit
Get
Leave a standing in a bag of leaves
niggas catch on later
Try to put them on they
I met eighty of them yo
Waitin' on the droolin'
Some need
Let me yo
And roll a student
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 home he a
Wolves in the projo's, yo
We up in my shows yo
finger five O's
Take time to vines yo
Lay on the
Like only lovin' Rae kind
Sun splash cash like three bags of hash
wrapped in a indian man's stash

Method

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Aiyyo, get up
Lex should be
Get it up
Fuck got cream 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 crushed up on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin'
See what I mean black
Stop like crack fiends an'
Brawl we thank all of y'all
Play the wall
Checkin how this lady walks stay
Grab the remain, (Uh)
Shame came to
We like
Rock the same gameplan, (Yo, Yo)

Man;
Ladies and
Your to see
A hobby about to be
to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the Chef Boyardee
out bitches is too nosey
Backhand the phoney
Got to walk it off mosey
Who got you up
Crack pipe smokin'
frozen
Coke straw stickin' out nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef
My thing hold the play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin
on now
Shits too
you and now your man feel
Time stand still for y'all bitches
Wanna Big
I got two for you to in your jizzals
Im it now
Throw in the pieces like a

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

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