Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

They got a now
Knowi'msayin? too many rappers...
pretenders, knowi'msayin?

Chorus:

Theres too many phony out there this year
Ya to beware
burnt thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are

one:

Niggaz frontin, ain't saying nuthin
priest remains calm, yet carry on
Go ahead sing your song, you have the dons
Rap superstars look cute your cigars
Bitches like that, where your at
Bite me I back, plus I break backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, from truly
When niggaz booty
Theres too many rappers in the east be gangsters
Too many in the west wanna be rappers
Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya, who's master
Sit down a lesson, stop guessin
For I had, show your mad face
And only bad taste
Runnin around your delirious
Foamin from the mouth like furious
I'd rather be serious, it the audience curious
These is nothin but your fantasies
It might cause
Hollywood is not neighborhood
And if it is, give the mic to woods
And y'all can be all to be the
The wonderful of oz, which are the a & r's
And you a toto doing promos, along with the
You receive no

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Verse

I lay in the cut, like a star
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your music sound
sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have 'em hung high
Watched his fry, from the sunshine
Which is one rhyme generating from the
Killah priest now late, I
and break, and intimidate
I cold as when the winter break
I put it snakes, pretenders and fakes
Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge
two pillars of poison ivy
For that despise me, attach 'em to the i.v.
Your should've bust you on the couch
Or you down the mouth
Next time where a condom, I step upon them
I make emcees memories, whenever a symphony
I look sinfully, doing this for centuries
I write shit sick as tripping off of acid
Rolling you like john the baptist the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God before I murder
Swear I heard of y'all

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