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 be pranksters
You wanna sell
You be gangsters
Thats what silly boys are of

Aiyyo,
G's and forty seven flavors
Display gators
We comin
To neighbors
mark and pardon me to heat mark
A dutch it
Lex arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with
Fan
Desert crib in the ground
We
One point five a
a taste
Splash heater
Smack face twice
Clap your
Shit is like a mission to
for bars
Takin' whats
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a cash
swoop it
Throw it in the and recoup it
Next check was
Your family pack your
Get
a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas on later
Try to put them on they
I met eighty of niggas yo
Waitin' on the sidelines
Some need
Let me yo
And roll a student
one
Yo respect if you son
Dont be big back about to to move dunn
All hell to in jails
sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a
in the projo's, 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 layin like three bags of
Fully wrapped in a indian stash

Man:

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Aiyyo, get up
Lex be braggin'
Get it up
Fuck shorty got cream in a mean
she hollar like the Loch Ness
He large rock
Ferrari in a drop six

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

Man;
Ladies and
about to see
A pastime hobby to be
to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the Chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too
slappin' the phoney
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up
Crack pipe still
Face
Coke stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you on the Chef apron
My thing hold the play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin
on now
Shits too
you and now your 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 like a
Mr. and the Cuban Link kiddo
On tracks we connect, ditto
Take that to

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