Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

[Method
Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and seven flavors
Display gators
We comin
To neighbors
mark and pardon me to heat mark
A dutch it
Lex Leonardo arts
cranberry mixed with crystal
Fan
Desert crib in the ground
We
One point a liter
a taste
Splash heater
Smack face twice
your sneakers
Shit is like a mission to
Fishin' for
Takin' ours
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a cash
Better it
it in the ground and recoup it
Next was best
Your family your shit
Get
a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some catch on later
Try to put on they haters
I met eighty of them yo
on the sidelines droolin'
Some schoolin'
Let me yo
And roll a what
one
Yo respect if you son
Dont be big back about to to move dunn
All hell to niggas in
With sharks in fishtanks
Now he come home he a
Wolves in the projo's, yo
We realer up in my yo
Middle five O's
time to climb vines yo
Lay on the
Like Laury lovin' Rae kind
Sun splash cash layin like three bags of
Fully wrapped in a man's stash

Man:]

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Aiyyo, get up
Lex should be
Get it up
shorty got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar the Loch Ness
He large this
Ferrari in a drop six

Yo talkin about the on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on yo
Oh yeah and gettin' cream
See I mean black queen
actin' like crack fiends an'
Brawl we thank all of y'all
Play the hype
how this lady walks stay hawkin'
Grab the remain, (Uh)
came to yours
We green
the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

[Method
Ladies and
about to see
A pastime about to be
to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too
slappin' the phoney
Got to it off can't mosey
Who got you up
Crack pipe smokin'
Face
Coke straw stickin' out your and D
that you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing down the play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes they
on now
Shits too
Fuck you and now your man
Time don't stand for y'all bitches
Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in your
Im it now
in the pieces like a jig-saw

She multi-colored like a
Mr. Meth and the Link kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic
that to that

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