Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't
It goes into my 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
that fake thug shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the 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 one attempts to analyze

Franchise, get hands tied
Thrown over a
know what you was thinking
That dream is over, body sinking

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

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

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

We don't stop, 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 wanna 'gaitor with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, that magnum
Get nice as fuck, when the lights is up
Tear it down when the is up

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
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 don't got a
(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Shaolin, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't shoot the out)

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

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

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

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

That's how we is, we and divide
If she ain't it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and don't you come 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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck 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, shoot the shit out)

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

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