Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

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

Shit is a mission to Mars fishin' for bars
what's ours knowledge the car Pa
Don't be stupid, get a little better swoop it
it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was best your pack your shit
Get vexed leave a nigga standing in a bag of
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 jails with 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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah and getting' cream
See what I mean Queen
Stop action' like crack and brawl
We wanna thank all of play the wall hype
Checkin' how this lady stay hawking'
Grab the remain, divorce, shame to yours
We like green rock the same plan, ours

and gentlemen your about to see
A hobby about to be takin' to the next degree
By Meth and the chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosy, slappin' the phony
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 on the chef apron
My thing down the play pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin'

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

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

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