Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty flavors, display swade gators
We comin' through to blaze
Meet mark and pardon me to mark a Dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit, apple cranberry mixed crystal
Fan worry desert crib in the ground
We arsonists one point five a liter a taste
Splash your heater, smack face twice
your sneakers

Shit is like a mission to Mars for bars
Takin' what's ours 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 your
Get vexed leave a nigga in a bag of leaves
Some catch on later try to put them on they haters

I met of them niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
Some need let me teach you, enroll a student what
Rule one, yo respect if you son
Don't be big back the barrel on the move
All hell to in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a
Wolves in the projo's, yo
We up in my shows yo, middle finger five O's

Take time to climb yo
Lay on the lines like Lauri only rare kind
Sun splash cash layin' like bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a man's stash

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

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

Aiyyo, get up Lex should be get it up
Fuck Shorty got in a mean truck
Prop-ness she holler the loch ness
He large rock fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Froze, yo, talkin' the dough on his clothes
is crushed up pokin' on rolls yo

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

and gentlemen your about to see
A pastime hobby about to be takin' to the next
By Meth and the bloody chef
Watch out bitches is too nosy, backhand slappin' the
Got to walk it off mosey
Who got you up, crack pipe still smokin'
Face Coke straw 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 bitches wanna 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 multi-colored a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the link kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic take that to that

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

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