Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.K.E.

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

DeStorm]
Nigga I ain't perfect, but perfect
So all these you telling, it ain't worth it
Tell me why you advertising, killing expectations
advertising, killing expectations
You're so fake, so
Why you so fake? Why you so
I you slipping
advertising, killing expectations
You advertising, killing expectations
So

1: DeStorm]
I see you got so many followers on
Thirteen likes, that's an
Two to comments on your mentions, ma'am
Retire girl, get a better pension
bell won't save you, Kapowski
Go and tell 'em that bag Canal Street
fake red bottoms you got 'em in the alley
Really? Louboutons on a four-figure
Facebook like you winning out in Cali
But your bills being paid by nigga in the valley
his Coupe, he put you through school
Now you owe him head, you ain't on Mae
I'll talk 'bout dudes, though
All the shit you say true, yo
You say you had a at the supper club
With the ballers kickin' like
Lies, lies, all of lies, Pinocchio, all of these guys
Swear you on your grind on the biz
Telling every bitch you got a movie
And that truck ain't yours, a rental
up teeth, nigga, focus on your dental (damn)
When shorty find out cause she's sure to 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 what you say
Every nigga a boost (energy shake)
And I ain't gon' like I don't lie
Got 20 pairs of J's, fly new rides
Clipping that shit that wasn't in the
But I'mma say "fuck it" 'till I the bucket

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