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

[Lil' Fame and Danzini]
You rappers get the boot
like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they 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 don't want it with the
it to you gon' be the last, kid
I'm to blast, kid
Aiyo, let's it to they ass, kid
Danz, the o.g.
The nigga that you gangstas can't see
I'm to die for my respect
If I to I will let
So I with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In '93 I calmed
But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got
are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, they packin heat
Get a peek and wanna talk about the street
You niggas livin trife
And rappers that's that they underground
I put they ass ground for life
Wait, I'ma set ass straight
Herbs only
But look, my don't discriminate
All race, creed, shape,
Anytime's fine me
You f.a.g.

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

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

[Billy
Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better
Only with my muthafuckin burner I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a
Wanna know tonight? My fifth be
gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What kinda is he tryin to pull?
All you bitch-ass got to be jacked
Tryin to get wreck, out nothin when bustin your tec
I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the
Hillfigure, yo, nigga, I get down
What I be on is the truth of a livin hell
So one of you niggas is comin 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 that kill niggas
The beaver that sneak his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war to tell
About how many muthafuckas they up in jail
They said their camp was mad and they had crazy pull
That little bitch, but now he snitched like the Bull