Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

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

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

I met eighty of them yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
Some need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a what
one, yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big the barrel on the move done
All to niggas 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 vines yo
Lay on the lines like Lauri only rare kind
Sun splash cash layin' like three of hash
Fully wrapped in a Indian stash

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

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

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

Oh yeah and maybe getting'
See I mean Black Queen
Stop like crack fiends and brawl
We wanna thank all of play the wall hype
how this lady walks stay hawking'
Grab the remain, divorce, came to yours
We like green rock the game plan, ours

Ladies and 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 the phony
Got to walk it off mosey
Who got you up, crack pipe still smokin'
frozen Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' you bleed on the chef apron
My thing hold the play pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin'

Come on now shits too
Fuck you and now man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all 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 multi-colored like a
Mr. and the Cuban link kiddo
On tracks we connect, ditto take that to that

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

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