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

[Lil' and Billy Danzini]
You fake get the boot
Sprayed brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, karate, boy
Don't fuck around and make me catch a boy
You nothin 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 that you fake-ass gangstas 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 calmed
But now these so-called gangsta-ass got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they heat
Get a rugged peek and talk about the street
You niggas livin trife
And rappers claimin that they underground
I put ass under ground for life
Wait, I'ma set that ass
Herbs only
But look, my burner discriminate
All race, creed, shape,
fine 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 chastise the
It's M.O.P., nigga, the name
I'm beatin down and breakin down chumps
When he I hit him with the old brown pump
Because we're goin all out, to Miz
You niggas gotta get it Jason got his
Nigga, whole shit'll be rearranged
Because give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he thougth he was O-Dog
Ass out for the nigga that wanted drama
Because I him with the 9mm lama
You fake thugs bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you niggas makin tracks
Because there's too phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks
I go to for my joint, muthafucka, you know 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 my muthafuckin burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and makes me a marksman
Wanna know My fifth be talkin
Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip
What kinda shit is he tryin to
All you niggas got to be jacked
to get wreck, squeezin 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 untold truth of a hell
So one of you bitch is comin up out of his shell
M.O.P. goin out the end
This is how we separate the boys the men
Real that's ill niggas that kill niggas
The beaver that sneak with his on the trigger
Fake got mad war stories to tell
About how many muthafuckas they up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy
That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the