Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Them

Yo, yo, yo, yo
you

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

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

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty flavors, display swade gators
We comin' to blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat a Dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit, apple cranberry with crystal
Fan worry mountain crib in the ground
We arsonists one point five a liter a taste
your heater, smack your face twice
Clap your

Shit is like a mission to fishin' for bars
Takin' what's ours the car Pa
Don't be stupid, get a little cash swoop it
Throw it in the ground and it
Next check was best your pack your shit
Get vexed leave a nigga standing in a bag of
Some niggas catch on try to put them on they haters

I met eighty of niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a student what
Rule one, yo if you lose son
Don't be big back the on the move done
All hell to niggas in jails with 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 Lauri only rare kind
Sun splash cash layin' like three bags of
Fully in a Indian man's stash

What you wanna be you grow up?
You wanna be
You wanna be
You sell drugs
You wanna be
what 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, get up Lex be braggin' get it up
Fuck got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she like the loch ness
He large rock fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Froze, yo, talkin' about the on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up on rolls yo

Oh yeah and maybe getting'
See what I mean Queen
Stop like crack 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 like green the same game plan, ours

Ladies and gentlemen about to see
A pastime about to be takin' to the next degree
By Meth and the chef Boyardee
Watch out is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
Got to walk it off mosey
Who got you open up, crack pipe still
Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out your and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the apron
My hold down the play pen
And say the nursery rhymes makin'

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

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 wanna be when you up?
You wanna be
You wanna be
You wanna sell
You be gangsters
Thats what silly boys are of