Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it matter
It goes into my mind as just
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
Heard that thug shit, brotha
I don't to brag, never never hate
You got the bank 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 when one attempts to analyze

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

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

Yo, we want hardcore, the walls
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 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 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get as fuck, leave 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 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 want I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

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

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 I ain't Gandhi of this whole rap gear

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

how we is, we slide and divide
If she with 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 thugs out there, you don't got a
(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring my crew
(We go City, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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