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 as just chit-chatter
You may say, I a ego, or just merry 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 to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the bank it takes 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 when one attempts to analyze

Franchise, get hands tied
Thrown a boat
Don't know 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, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring 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 night

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you don't got a
(You have Boogie Down, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Shaolin, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring my crew
(You QB, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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

You might a flight 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 need is a to get her back to the Leer
Back where it is, less traffic
Where Cease is with a few of his

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and you come 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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, 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
With 40 nigga's after

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