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, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't
It goes into my mind as just
You may say, I have a ego, or merry free
But of that 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 aside, you know who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate when one to analyze

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't 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 I want when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and the shit out)

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

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

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

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
the flow so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble 'fore 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, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I when I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

ladies, get up, bounce your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
'Cause I see some tonight
That I 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 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 with a few of his

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't with it,
Hit the road tramp, and don't you 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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(We go Brick City, don't 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, don't the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you