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 be gangsters
Thats what silly are made of

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

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

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

I met eighty of them yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
Some need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a what
one, yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back the on the move done
All hell to niggas in with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he home he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, yo
We realer up in my yo, middle finger five O's

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

What you be when you grow up?
You be thugs
You wanna be
You wanna drugs
You wanna be
Thats silly 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 cream in a truck
Prop-ness she like the loch ness
He large rock this fresh in a drop six
Froze, yo, about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up on rolls yo

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

Ladies and your about to see
A hobby about to be takin' to the next degree
By and the bloody chef Boyardee
Watch out is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you open up, crack pipe still
Face frozen straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you on the chef apron
My thing hold down the pen
And say the rhymes they 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 your jizzals I'm it now
Throw in the like a jig-saw, aiyyo
She like a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban link
On tracks we connect, politic ditto take that to

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

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