Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one here
Goes out to all the thugs 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 merry
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard that fake thug shit,
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 feelings aside, you who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate when one to analyze

Franchise, get your tied
Thrown over a
Don't know you was thinking
That dream is over, your sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, 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 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 drop
knocked, bitch stop
We roll, we ball, we all night

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

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 they say Diddy's gettin' nice as
Shit, if I don't write it I it well
Locked the so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble 'fore they my dough, motherfuckers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You have Boogie Down, don't 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 bring my
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
'Cause I see ladies tonight
I could give a condom or 3 babies 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 little clap there
I mean I ain't Gandhi of this rap gear

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

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

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

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

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