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 wanna be
Thats what silly are made of

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

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

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

I met eighty of them niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines
Some 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 to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he home 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 like Lauri only lovin' rare kind
Sun splash cash like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a man's stash

What you wanna be when you up?
You wanna be
You be pranksters
You wanna sell
You be gangsters
Thats what silly 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

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 Ferrari in a drop six
Froze, yo, talkin' about the dough on his
Glaze is up pokin' on rolls yo

Oh yeah and maybe getting'
See I mean Black Queen
Stop action' like fiends and brawl
We thank all of y'all play the wall hype
Checkin' how this walks stay hawking'
Grab the remain, divorce, shame to yours
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 Meth and the bloody chef
Watch out is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up, crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out nose and D
that you bleed on the chef apron
My thing hold down the pen
And say the nursery rhymes they

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

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

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