Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

What you wanna be when you up?
You be thugs
You be pranksters
You sell drugs
You be gangsters
what silly boys are made of

What you wanna be you grow up?
You wanna be
You wanna be
You wanna sell
You be gangsters
what silly boys are made of

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty seven flavors, display swade
We through to blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark a spark it
Lex arts profit, apple cranberry mixed with crystal
Fan worry mountain crib in the ground
We arsonists one point five a take a taste
Splash your heater, your face twice
Clap sneakers

Shit is like a to Mars fishin' for bars
Takin' what's knowledge the car Pa
Don't be stupid, get a little cash swoop it
Throw it in the ground and it
Next check was best your family pack shit
Get leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on later try to put on they haters

I met eighty of them niggas yo, waitin' on the droolin'
Some need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a what
Rule one, yo if you lose son
be big back the barrel on the move done
All hell to niggas in with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he home he a whale
in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo, finger five O's

Take to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines Lauri only lovin' rare kind
Sun cash layin' like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a Indian man's

What you wanna be you grow up?
You be thugs
You be pranksters
You sell drugs
You wanna be
what silly boys are made of

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

Aiyyo, get up Lex be braggin' get it up
Fuck Shorty got cream in a mean
Prop-ness she holler like the ness
He large rock this fresh in a drop six
Froze, yo, talkin' about the dough on his
Glaze is crushed up on rolls yo

Oh and maybe getting' cream
See I mean Black Queen
Stop action' like crack fiends and
We wanna all of y'all play the wall hype
Checkin' how lady walks stay hawking'
Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to
We like green the same game plan, ours

Ladies and gentlemen about to see
A pastime hobby about to be to the next degree
By Meth and the bloody chef
Watch out is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
Got to it off can't mosey
Who got you open up, crack pipe still
Face frozen Coke stickin' out your nose and D
that you bleed on the chef apron
My thing hold down the pen
And say the nursery rhymes they

on now shits too real
Fuck you and now your man
Time don't stand still for y'all bitches big ball
I got two for you to in your jizzals I'm losin' it now
Throw in the like a jig-saw, aiyyo
She like a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic ditto take that to

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

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