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 wanna sell
You wanna be
Thats silly boys are made of

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you be when you grow up?
You be thugs
You wanna be
You wanna sell
You be gangsters
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 like 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 maybe cream
See what I mean Queen
Stop like crack fiends and brawl
We wanna all of y'all play the wall hype
Checkin' how this lady walks stay
Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to
We green rock the same game plan, ours

Ladies and gentlemen about to see
A pastime hobby about to be takin' to the next
By and the bloody chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosy, backhand the phony
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up, crack pipe still smokin'
Face Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the apron
My thing hold down the pen
And say the nursery 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 in your jizzals I'm losin' it now
in the pieces like a jig-saw, aiyyo
She multi-colored like a
Mr. Meth and the Cuban link
On we connect, politic ditto take that to that

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

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