Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

[Method
Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

Aiyyo,
G's and forty seven flavors
Display gators
We comin
To neighbors
mark and pardon me to heat mark
A spark it
Lex arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed crystal
Fan
Desert mountain crib in the
We
One point five a
a taste
Splash heater
Smack your twice
Clap your
Shit is like a mission to
Fishin' for
Takin' whats
the car Pa
Dont be
Get a little
Better it
Throw it in the and recoup it
Next check was
Your family pack shit
Get
Leave a nigga in a bag of leaves
niggas catch on later
Try to put on they haters
I met eighty of them yo
Waitin' on the droolin'
need schoolin'
Let me yo
And roll a what
one
Yo respect if you son
Dont be big about to learn to move dunn
All 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
finger five O's
Take time to climb yo
Lay on the
Like only lovin' Rae kind
Sun splash cash like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a indian stash

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Aiyyo, get up
Lex be braggin'
Get it up
Fuck got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the Ness
He large rock
Fresh in a drop six

Yo talkin the dough on his clothes
Glaze is up pokin on rolls yo
Oh yeah and gettin' cream
See what I mean black
Stop like crack fiends an'
we wanna thank all of y'all
Play the wall
Checkin how this lady walks stay
the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame came to
We green
Rock the same gameplan, (Yo, Yo)

Man:]
Ladies and
about to see
A pastime about to be
Takin' to the degree
By and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out is too nosey
slappin' the phoney
Got to walk it off can't
Who got you up
Crack still smokin'
frozen
Coke stickin' out your nose and D
that you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold the play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin
on now
Shits too
Fuck you and now your man
Time don't still for y'all bitches
Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in jizzals
Im it now
Throw in the like a jig-saw

She multi-colored like a
Mr. Meth and the Cuban kiddo
On tracks we connect, ditto
Take that to

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