Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Method
Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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What you wanna be you grow up
You be thugs
You wanna be
You wanna sell
You be gangsters
Thats what boys are made of

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and seven flavors
Display swade
We through
To blaze
Meet and pardon me to heat mark
A spark it
Lex Leonardo profit
Apple cranberry mixed crystal
Fan
Desert mountain crib in the
We
One five a liter
a taste
Splash your
your face twice
Clap sneakers
Shit is like a to Mars
for bars
Takin' whats
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a cash
Better it
it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was
Your family pack your
Get
Leave a nigga in a bag of leaves
Some niggas on later
Try to put them on haters
I met eighty of niggas yo
Waitin' on the droolin'
Some schoolin'
Let me yo
And roll a what
one
Yo respect if you son
Dont be big back to learn to move dunn
All to niggas in jails
With sharks in fishtanks
Now he come he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, yo
We realer up in my yo
Middle finger O's
time to climb vines yo
Lay on the
Laury 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 be braggin'
Get it up
Fuck shorty got cream in a mean
Prop-ness she hollar like the Ness
He rock this
Ferrari in a drop six

Yo talkin about the on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on yo
Oh yeah and gettin' cream
See what I mean black
actin' like crack fiends an'
Brawl we wanna thank all of
the wall hype
Checkin how this lady walks stay
Grab the remain, (Uh)
Shame came to
We green
the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

Method
and gentlemen
Your to see
A pastime about to be
Takin' to the degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef
Watch out bitches is too
Backhand the phoney
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up
pipe still smokin'
Face
Coke straw stickin' out your and D
Proposin' you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold down the
And say the nursery they makin
on now
Shits too
you and now your man feel
Time don't still for y'all bitches
Wanna Big
I got two for you to juggle in your
Im it now
Throw in the like a jig-saw

She like a rainbow
Mr. and the Cuban Link kiddo
On tracks we connect, ditto
that to that

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