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

[Lil' Fame and Billy
You fake get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don't fuck and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass
You niggas want it with the Famester
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 you fake-ass gangstas can't see
I'm willin to die for my
If I to I will let
So I walk 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, derelicts are
Nigga, I be your worst like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, they packin heat
Get a rugged and wanna talk about the street
You niggas ain't livin
And rappers claimin that they underground
I put they ass under ground for
Wait, set that ass straight
only 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 like you a confrontation)

Fame]
Here it is for you niggas that the game
M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name
I'm beatin down punks and down chumps
he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump
Because we're goin all out, to Miz
You gotta get it like Jason got his
Nigga, your whole shit'll be
Because I'ma give em a fifty and let em keep the change
Another nigga smoked, oh
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta he was O-Dog
Ass out for the last nigga that drama
Because I smoked him the 9mm lama
You fake thugs bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to mug piece
So all you niggas start makin
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 I defeat a man
Because I muthafuckaas like the 9mm man

[Billy
Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better
Only with my muthafuckin will I talk
See, I'm the Marks, and that makes me a marksman
know 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 bitch-ass niggas got to be
Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out when bustin your tec
I'm Danz, overseer of the underground
Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get
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 from the men
Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill
The that sneak with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war to tell
About how muthafuckas they blew up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy
That little bitch, but now he snitched like the Bull