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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there who don't got a clue
(You Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when 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 after

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

We don't stop, nigga's thought the was gone
But I'm back to do it again, of rhyme
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 swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get as fuck, leave when the lights is up
it down when the mics is up

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the flow so tight you gotta
I'mma 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
'Cause I see some ladies
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' with
All I need is a to get her back to the Leer
Back where it is, less traffic
Cease is with a few of his pieces

That's how we is, we slide and
If she with 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 out there, you don't got a clue
(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 know what I want when I my crew
(We go City, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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