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 matter
It into my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I a ego, or just merry free
But none of that tough talk, I take

It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard that fake shit, brotha
I mean to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the bank that it to stop this

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 attempts to

Franchise, get hands tied
Thrown over a
Don't know you was thinking
That dream is over, body sinking

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

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

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

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

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

Lately they say Diddy's nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the flow so 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 Boogie 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 when I my crew
(You QB, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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

You catch a flight if you playing me right
But if you there, you gettin' cab fare
Yo, I'm all for drama, a clap clap there
I I ain't Gandhi of this whole rap gear

But you see honey that I'm rappin' with
All I need is a minute to get her to the Leer
where 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 road tramp, and don't you back no more
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
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
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(We go City, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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