Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter
It goes my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just merry
But none of 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 hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to this

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

Franchise, get your hands
Thrown a boat
Don't know you was thinking
That is over, your body sinking

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

Yo, we want hardcore, the walls
I stack, bring it for y'all
With 40 after y'all

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

We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was
But I'm back to do it again, of rhyme
Bad boy, we turn it to the of the crime
fame, you can have that shit

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

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I it well
the flow so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble they rock my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot shit up
'Cause I see some tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 tonight

You might catch a if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a clap clap there
I mean I ain't Gandhi of whole rap gear

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

That's how we is, we slide and
If she ain't it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and 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 the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(We go Brick City, shoot the shit out)

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

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