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 sell
You wanna be
Thats silly boys are made of

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

Aiyyo,
Cool G's and forty flavors, display swade gators
We comin' through to blaze
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 a taste
Splash your heater, smack your twice
Clap sneakers

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, get up Lex should be get it up
Fuck got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she holler like the loch
He large rock this fresh in a drop six
Froze, yo, about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin' on yo

Oh yeah and maybe cream
See what I Black Queen
Stop action' like crack fiends and
We wanna thank all of y'all play the hype
Checkin' how this lady walks hawking'
Grab the remain, divorce, shame to yours
We like green the same game plan, ours

and gentlemen your about to see
A pastime hobby about to be takin' to the next
By Meth and the chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosy, backhand slappin' the
Got to it off can't mosey
Who got you open up, crack pipe still
Face frozen Coke straw out your nose and D
that you bleed on the chef apron
My thing hold down the pen
And say the rhymes they makin'

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

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

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