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

[Lil' and Billy Danzini]
You fake rappers get the
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at video shoot
I bump ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don't around and make me catch a batty boy
You nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You don't want it with the Famester
it to you gon' be the last, kid
I'm to blast, kid
Aiyo, take it to they ass, kid
Danz, the o.g.
The that you fake-ass gangstas can't see
I'm willin to die for my
If I to I will let
So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a tec
In '93 I down
But now these gangsta-ass niggas got gased
Herbs are not ready, are petty
Nigga, I be worst nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna about the street
You niggas ain't trife
And rappers that's that they underground
I put they ass under for life
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 you want a confrontation)

Fame]
Here it is for you niggas that chastise the
It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the
I'm beatin punks and breakin down chumps
When he stroll I hit him the old brown pump
Because we're goin all out, to Miz
You gotta get it like Jason got his
Nigga, your whole be rearranged
Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em the change
Another smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog
Ass out for the last nigga that drama
Because I him with the 9mm lama
You thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to mug piece
So all you niggas start 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 I defeat a man
I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man

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