Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.K.E.

[Intro:
So I was trying to up with an acronym for F.A.K.E.
Cause that's half motherfuckers out here
And I swear they be False Advertising, Expectations
false advertising, killing expectations

[Hook:
Nigga I ain't perfect, but nobody's
So all lies you telling, it ain't worth it
Tell me why you advertising, killing expectations
False advertising, expectations
You're so fake, so
Why you so Why you so fake
I you slipping
False advertising, killing
You false advertising, expectations
So

1: DeStorm]
I see you got so followers on Instagram
Thirteen likes, an insta-scam
Two to three on your mentions, ma'am
Retire girl, get a pension plan
That bell save you, Kapowski
Go and tell 'em bag from Canal Street
Those red bottoms you got 'em in the alley
Really? Louboutons on a salary?
frontin' like you winning out in Cali
But your bills being paid by some nigga in the
Driving his Coupe, he put you through
Now you owe him head, you ain't on Mae
talk 'bout these dudes, though
All the shit you say true, yo
You say you had a table at the club
With the ballers like judo
Lies, lies, all of these lies, Pinocchio, all of guys
you on your grind on the music biz
Telling every you got a movie script
And that ain't yours, it's a rental
Fucked up teeth, nigga, on your dental (damn)
When find out cause she's sure to find out
You got no words like a fuckin' instrumental
men are just fake, these women are fake
Even your pastor and fake
all insecure, I don't care what you say
Every nigga need a (energy shake)
And I ain't gon' like I don't lie
Got 20 pairs of J's, fly new rides
Clipping shit that wasn't in the budget
But I'mma say "fuck it" 'till I kick the

[Verse 2: Kweli]
Why you lying to the
Severe lack of trust like you for the peep hole
Thought you was bubbling Liko
by the G code, really you informer like Deep Throat
Steady on yourself, you in trouble with police
Cause your whole lying like a peep show
Now ma'fuckin' ass out
Get Deboed by the with the repo
Your fake tales the state pen
Have all revealed now your publicist preparing a statement
Fuck this, we ain't hearing case
Can you stare in the face of the death that chasing
That's like the emperor with no
These get exposed like the asshole naked
I gotta do praying, hate is what's left
In the place when gets taken
Dedication, real recognize real and I know it on a first basis
Man, your shit is
If truth is place I'm a like a reservation
Niggas swear got beef like a butcher with blood on an apron
But they're faker than veggie bacon with Miss Cleo accent
"Call me now," you're a clot, you're faking
I ain't perfect, just working nonstop no vacation
Feeling a prisoner with no visitation
Angel in one ear, the other ear the whispers of Satan
I'm impatient, so I'm it now, no waiting
false advertising, killing expectations, hey!