Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't
It goes into my mind as just
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

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

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 one attempts to analyze

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

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

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

We got it
Everybody hit the floor when the drop
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, leader of
Bad boy, we it to the scene of the crime
Immaculate fame, you can have shit

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

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as
Shit, if I don't it I recite it well
Locked the flow so tight you know
tumble 'fore 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, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring my crew
(You QB, don't shoot the shit out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
'Cause I see some tonight
I could give a condom 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 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
Cease is with a few of his pieces

That's how we is, we and divide
If she ain't with it,
Hit the tramp, and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no

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

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

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