Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas)

[Lil' Fame and Billy
You rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at video shoot
I your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don't around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas want it with the Famester
Bringin it to you be the last, kid
I'm to blast, kid
Aiyo, let's it to they ass, kid
Danz, the o.g.
The nigga you fake-ass gangstas can't see
I'm willin to die for my
If I to I will let
So I with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In '93 I down
But now these so-called gangsta-ass got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and talk about the street
You niggas ain't livin
And that's claimin that they underground
I put they ass under for life
Wait, I'ma set that ass
Herbs perpetrate
But look, my burner don't
All race, creed, shape,
Anytime's fine me
You f.a.g.

(Front, I make it a to kill)
(Straight up and down, act you want a confrontation)

Fame]
Here it is for you that chastise the game
It's M.O.P., nigga, the name
I'm beatin down punks and breakin down
When he stroll I hit him the old brown pump
Because goin all out, word to Miz
You niggas gotta get it like got his
Nigga, your whole be rearranged
Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em the change
Another nigga smoked, oh
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was
Ass out for the last nigga that wanted
Because I smoked him with the 9mm
You thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you 12 to your mug piece
So all you niggas start makin
Because too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks
I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you me
the one and only, and M.O.P.
Gunsmoke when I a man
I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man

[Billy
Plow! You nigga, you better walk
Only with my muthafuckin burner will I
See, I'm from the Marks, and that me a marksman
Wanna know tonight? My be talkin
gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What shit is he tryin to pull?
All you bitch-ass got to be jacked
to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec
I'm Danz, overseer of the underground
Hillfigure, yo, nigga, I get down
What I be on is the untold truth of a livin
So one of you bitch niggas is up out of his shell
M.O.P. goin out the end
This is how we separate the boys the men
Real niggas that's ill niggas that niggas
The beaver that sneak with his finger on the
Fake gangstas got mad war stories to
About how many muthafuckas they blew up in
said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
That little bitch, but now he snitched like the Bull