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

[Lil' Fame and Danzini]
You rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, karate, boy
fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass
You don't 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 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 down
But now so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased
are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare I was Freddy
be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a peek and wanna talk about the street
You ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin that underground
I put they ass ground for life
Wait, I'ma set that ass
Herbs perpetrate
But look, my burner discriminate
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)

[Lil'
it is for you niggas that chastise the game
It's M.O.P., nigga, the name
I'm down punks and breakin down chumps
When he stroll I hit him with the old brown
Because we're all out, word to Miz
You niggas gotta get it like got his
Nigga, your shit'll be rearranged
Because give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
nigga smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta he was O-Dog
Ass out for the last nigga that wanted
Because I smoked him with the 9mm
You fake thugs 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 for my joint, muthafucka, you know me
the one and only, and M.O.P.
Gunsmoke I defeat a man
Because I smoke like the 9mm man

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