Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

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

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

I met eighty of them yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
need schoolin' 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 niggas in jails sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a
in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo, middle finger O's

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

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

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

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

Ladies and your about to see
A pastime hobby about to be to the next degree
By and the bloody chef Boyardee
Watch out is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
Got to walk it off mosey
Who got you up, crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen Coke stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you on the chef apron
My hold down the play pen
And say the rhymes they makin'

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

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

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