Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

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

Shit is a mission to Mars fishin' for bars
Takin' what's knowledge the car Pa
Don't be stupid, get a little better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and it
Next was best your family pack your shit
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 niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a student what
Rule one, yo if you lose son
Don't be big the barrel on the move done
All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they
Now he come he a whale
in the projo's, projo's yo
We up in my shows yo, middle finger five O's

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

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

What you wanna be when you up?
You be thugs
You wanna be
You sell drugs
You wanna be
Thats silly boys are made 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 on his clothes
is crushed up pokin' on rolls yo

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

Ladies and gentlemen about to see
A pastime hobby about to be takin' to the degree
By Meth and the bloody chef
out bitches is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
Got to walk it off mosey
Who got you open up, crack pipe still
Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out nose and D
Proposin' you bleed on the chef apron
My thing hold down the pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin'

Come on now shits too
Fuck you and now your man
Time don't 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 a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the link kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic ditto take that to

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

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