Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it matter
It goes into my mind as chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or merry free
But none of that talk, I take seriously

It goes in one ear and right out the
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 your tied
Thrown a boat
know what you was thinking
That is over, your body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who don't got a
(You Brooklyn, ain't shoot 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 shoot the 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 shit
Shit knocked, stop
We roll, we ball, we all long

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

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

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
the flow so tight 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 have Boogie Down, don't shoot the 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 when I bring my
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
'Cause I see some 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 mean I ain't of this whole 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 ain't with it,
Hit the road tramp, and 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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(We go City, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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