Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

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

Shit is like a mission to fishin' for bars
Takin' ours knowledge the car Pa
be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and it
Next check was best your pack your shit
Get vexed leave a nigga in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on later try to put them on they

I met eighty of them niggas yo, on the sidelines droolin'
Some need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a what
Rule one, yo if you lose son
Don't be big the barrel on the move done
All hell to niggas in jails sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come he a whale
in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo, middle finger O's

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

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

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

Aiyyo, get up Lex be braggin' get it up
Fuck got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she like the loch ness
He large rock fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Froze, yo, talkin' about the on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin' on yo

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

and gentlemen your about to see
A hobby about to be takin' to the next degree
By Meth and the bloody chef
Watch out bitches is too nosy, backhand slappin' the
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up, crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the apron
My thing hold the play pen
And say the nursery rhymes they

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

What you wanna be when you up?
You be thugs
You wanna be
You wanna drugs
You wanna be
Thats silly boys are made of

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