Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.K.E.

[Intro:
So I was trying to come up with an for F.A.K.E.
Cause that's half these motherfuckers out
And I swear they be False Advertising, Killing
They 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 false advertising, expectations
False advertising, killing
so fake, so fake
Why you so fake? Why you so
I caught you
False advertising, killing
You advertising, killing expectations
So

[Verse 1:
I see you got so many followers on
Thirteen likes, an insta-scam
Two to three comments on mentions, ma'am
Retire girl, get a pension plan
That bell won't save you,
Go and 'em that bag from Canal Street
Those red bottoms you got 'em in the alley
Really? Louboutons on a salary?
Facebook frontin' like you out in Cali
But your bills being paid by some nigga in the
Driving his Coupe, he put you school
Now you owe him head, you on Sally Mae
I'll talk these dudes, though
All the shit you say true, yo
You say you had a table at the club
the ballers kickin' like judo
Lies, lies, all of lies, Pinocchio, all of these guys
Swear you on grind on the music biz
Telling every bitch you got a movie
And that truck ain't yours, it's a
Fucked up teeth, nigga, focus on your (damn)
When shorty find out she's sure to find out
You ain't got no like a fuckin' instrumental
These men are just fake, women are fake
Even your pastor and minister's
We're all insecure, I don't care you say
Every nigga need a (energy shake)
And I ain't front like I don't lie
Got 20 of J's, four fly new rides
Clipping that shit that wasn't in the
But I'mma say "fuck it" 'till I kick the

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