Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

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

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that fake shit, brotha
I mean to brag, never 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 when one attempts to analyze

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lately they say Diddy's nice as hell
Shit, if I don't it I recite it well
Locked the so tight you gotta know
I'mma 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

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

You might catch a if you playing me right
But if you there, you gettin' cab fare
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 with there?
All I need is a to get her back to the Leer
Back where it is, less traffic
Where Cease is a few of his pieces

how we is, we slide and divide
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 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, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't shoot the out)

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

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