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

It in one ear and right out the other
Heard that fake thug shit,
I don't to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the bank that it 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 when one attempts to analyze

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I 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 don't got a
(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 what I want when I bring my
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, your tits up
Be happy ain't shoot this shit 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 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 rappin' with
All I need is a minute to get her to the Leer
Back where it is, less traffic
Where is with a few of his pieces

how we is, we slide 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 got a clue
(You got Def Squad, shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't 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, it back for y'all
With 40 nigga's y'all

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