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

[Lil' Fame and Danzini]
You fake get the boot
like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck 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 don't want it 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 gangstas can't see
I'm willin to die for my
If I have to I let
So I walk with a and I pray to a fuckin tec
In '93 I calmed
But now these so-called gangsta-ass got gased
are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, they 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 ground for life
Wait, I'ma set that ass
Herbs only
But look, my burner don't
All race, creed, shape,
Anytime's with me
You f.a.g.

(Front, I make it a to kill)
(Straight up and down, act you want a confrontation)

Fame]
Here it is for you that chastise the game
It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the
I'm beatin down punks and breakin chumps
When he stroll I hit him with the old pump
Because goin all out, word to Miz
You niggas get it like Jason got his
Nigga, your shit'll be rearranged
Because I'ma give em a buck 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 last nigga that wanted
Because I him with the 9mm lama
You fake ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney 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 muthafuckaas like the 9mm man

[Billy
Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better
Only with my burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a
Wanna tonight? My fifth be talkin
gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What kinda shit is he tryin to
All you bitch-ass niggas got to be
Tryin to get wreck, 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 livin
So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his
M.O.P. goin out the end
This is how we separate the from the men
Real niggas ill niggas that kill niggas
The beaver that sneak with his finger on the
Fake got mad war stories 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 like Sammy the Bull