Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one here
Goes out to all the fake out there
Yeah, uh huh

Yo, you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter
It goes my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I a ego, or just merry free
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard fake thug shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, 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 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 thugs out there who don't got a
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You have Jersey, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and the shit out)

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

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

We don't stop, thought the heat 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 have shit

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

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I it well
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 got a clue
(You have Down, don't 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 what I when I bring my crew
(You have QB, shoot the shit out)

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

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

You might a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap
I I ain't 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 with a few of his

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't with it,
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 shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I when I bring my crew
(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 got a clue
(You got Def Squad, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you