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 drugs
You wanna be
Thats what silly are made of

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

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty flavors, display swade gators
We comin' to blaze 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 point five a liter a taste
Splash your heater, smack your twice
your sneakers

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

I met eighty of them niggas yo, on the sidelines droolin'
Some 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 done
All hell to in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he home he a whale
in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo, middle five O's

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

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

What you wanna be you grow up?
You be thugs
You be pranksters
You wanna drugs
You be gangsters
what silly boys are made 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 Ferrari in a six
Froze, yo, talkin' about the dough on his
Glaze is crushed up on rolls yo

Oh yeah and maybe cream
See what I mean Black
Stop action' like crack and brawl
We thank all of y'all play the wall hype
Checkin' how this lady walks stay
Grab the remain, divorce, came to yours
We green rock the same game plan, ours

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

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

What you wanna be you grow up?
You wanna be
You wanna be
You wanna sell
You wanna be
Thats what boys 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