Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right
Goes out to all the fake out there
Yeah, uh huh

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it matter
It goes into my mind as chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But of that tough talk, I take seriously

It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard that thug shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You got the bank that it takes to stop this

Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you
I put aside, you know who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I when one attempts to analyze

Franchise, get your hands
over a boat
Don't know what you was
dream is over, your body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who don't got a
(You Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring my crew
(We go and shoot the shit out)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the
I stack, bring it for y'all
40 nigga's after y'all

We got it
Everybody hit the floor the shit drop
knocked, bitch stop
We roll, we ball, we all night

We stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, leader of
Bad boy, we it to the scene of the crime
Immaculate fame, you can have that

I just 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, magnum shit
Get nice as fuck, leave when the is up
it down when the mics is up

Lately say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the flow so tight you gotta
tumble 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Shaolin, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

Yo, you want hardcore, smash the
I stack, bring it back for
With 40 nigga's y'all

ladies, get up, bounce your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't this shit up
I see some ladies tonight
That I could give a or 3 babies tonight

You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap there
I mean I Gandhi of this whole rap gear

But you see honey I'm rappin' with there?
All I need is a minute to get her to the Leer
Back it is, less traffic there
Where Cease is with a few of his

how we is, we slide and divide
If she with it, I-95
Hit the tramp, and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't the shit out)

Yo, you hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it for y'all
40 nigga's after y'all

You out there, you don't got a clue
(You got Def Squad, shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you