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 into my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But none of that talk, I take seriously

It in one ear and right out the other
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 hate when one to analyze

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there 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 what 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 floor the shit drop
Shit knocked, bitch
We roll, we ball, we all night

We stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, of rhyme
Bad boy, we turn it to the of the crime
Immaculate fame, you can have shit

I just 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, that shit
Get as fuck, leave when the lights is up
Tear it down when the is up

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the 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, bring it back for
With 40 nigga's after

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
'Cause I see ladies tonight
That I 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 clap clap there
I mean I ain't Gandhi of this rap gear

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

That's how we is, we and divide
If she with it, I-95
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 got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I when 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
With 40 after y'all

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