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 silly boys are made of

Aiyyo,
G's and forty seven flavors
Display gators
We comin
To neighbors
mark and pardon me to heat mark
A spark it
Lex Leonardo arts
Apple mixed with crystal
Fan
Desert mountain crib in the
We
One five a liter
Take a
your heater
Smack your twice
your sneakers
Shit is a mission to Mars
for bars
Takin' ours
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a little
Better it
it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was
Your family your shit
Get
a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas on later
Try to put on they haters
I met of them niggas yo
Waitin' on the droolin'
Some schoolin'
Let me yo
And a student what
one
Yo respect if you son
Dont be big back to learn to move dunn
All to niggas in jails
With sharks in they
Now he come home he a
in the projo's, projo's yo
We up in my shows yo
Middle finger O's
Take time to vines yo
Lay on the
Like Laury only Rae kind
Sun splash cash layin like three bags of
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 truck
Prop-ness she hollar the Loch Ness
He large this
Ferrari in a drop six

Yo talkin about the dough on his
Glaze is crushed up pokin on yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin'
See I mean black queen
Stop actin' like fiends an'
we wanna thank all of y'all
Play the wall
Checkin how this lady stay hawkin'
the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame came to
We like
Rock the gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

Method
and gentlemen
Your to see
A pastime about to be
Takin' to the next
By and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too
Backhand the phoney
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up
pipe still smokin'
Face
straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the apron
My thing down the play-pen
And say the rhymes they makin
on now
Shits too
Fuck you and now 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 pieces a jig-saw

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

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