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

[Lil' Fame and Billy
You fake rappers get the
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they shoot
I your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don't fuck around and make me catch a boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass
You niggas don't want it with the
Bringin it to you be the last, kid
I'm to blast, kid
Aiyo, take it to they ass, kid
Danz, the o.g.
The nigga that you fake-ass can't see
I'm to die for my respect
If I have to I let
So I with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In '93 I down
But now these gangsta-ass niggas got gased
Herbs are not ready, are petty
Nigga, I be your nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the
You niggas livin trife
And rappers claimin that they underground
I put they ass under ground for
Wait, I'ma set ass straight
Herbs only
But look, my burner don't
All race, creed, shape,
Anytime's with 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 niggas that the game
M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name
I'm down punks and breakin down chumps
When he I hit him with the old brown pump
Because we're all out, word to Miz
You niggas gotta get it Jason got his
Nigga, your whole shit'll be
Because I'ma em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another nigga smoked, oh
Because he just watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog
Ass out for the nigga that wanted drama
Because I smoked him with the 9mm
You fake ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to mug piece
So all you niggas makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney 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 bitch-ass nigga, you walk
Only with my burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and makes me a marksman
Wanna know tonight? My fifth be
gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What shit is he tryin to pull?
All you bitch-ass niggas got to be
Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out when bustin your tec
I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the
Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get
What I be on is the untold truth of a livin
So one of you niggas is comin up out of his shell
M.O.P. out till the end
This is how we the boys from the men
Real that's ill niggas that kill niggas
The beaver that with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war to tell
About how many they blew up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had pull
That bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull