Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

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

Shit is a mission to Mars fishin' for bars
what's ours knowledge the car Pa
Don't be stupid, get a little better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and 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 of them niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
Some need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a what
Rule one, yo respect if you son
Don't be big back the barrel on the move
All hell to niggas in jails sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a
in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo, middle finger O's

time to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines like only lovin' rare kind
Sun splash cash layin' like three bags of
Fully wrapped in a Indian stash

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

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

Aiyyo, get up Lex be braggin' get it up
Fuck Shorty got in a mean truck
she holler like the loch ness
He large rock fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Froze, yo, about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up on rolls yo

Oh yeah and getting' cream
See what I mean Queen
Stop like crack fiends and brawl
We wanna thank all of y'all play the hype
Checkin' how this lady walks hawking'
Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to
We like green rock the same game plan,

Ladies and your about to see
A pastime hobby 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 mosey
Who got you open up, pipe still smokin'
Face frozen Coke stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the chef
My thing hold down the pen
And say the nursery rhymes they

on now shits 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 juggle in your jizzals I'm it now
Throw in the pieces a jig-saw, aiyyo
She multi-colored a rainbow
Mr. and the Cuban link kiddo
On tracks we connect, ditto take that to that

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

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