Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one here
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 chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just merry
But none of that tough talk, I take

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the 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 Uptown and shoot the out)

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

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

We don't stop, nigga's the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, leader of
Bad boy, we turn it to the scene of the
Immaculate fame, you can that shit

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

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' as hell
Shit, if I don't it I recite it well
Locked the flow so tight you gotta
tumble '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 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 want hardcore, the walls
I stack, it back for y'all
With 40 after y'all

ladies, get up, bounce your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
'Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 babies

You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you there, you gettin' cab fare
Yo, I'm all for drama, a clap clap there
I mean I Gandhi of this whole rap gear

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

That's how we is, we slide and
If she with it, I-95
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 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, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, shoot the shit out)

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

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