Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right
Goes out to all the fake 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 just merry
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

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

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 your hands
Thrown over a
Don't what you was thinking
That dream is over, body 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 Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(We go Uptown and the shit out)

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

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

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 wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and that swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get nice as fuck, when the lights is up
Tear it down the mics is up

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the flow so tight you know
I'mma tumble 'fore they 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, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Shaolin, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

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

You catch a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you 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' there?
All I is a minute to get her back to the Leer
Back where it is, traffic there
Where Cease is with a few of his

That's how we is, we slide and
If she ain't 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, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't the shit out)

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

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