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

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that thug shit, brotha
I mean 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 hate when one attempts to

Franchise, get your tied
over a boat
Don't what you was thinking
That dream is over, your sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go and shoot the shit out)

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you don't got a
(You have Boogie Down, don't 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 have QB, don't shoot the out)

Yo, you want hardcore, the walls
I stack, bring it for y'all
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 catch a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap there
I mean I ain't Gandhi of whole rap gear

But you see honey that I'm with there?
All I need is a minute to get her back to the
Back where it is, less traffic
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 don't you come back no
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you don't got a
(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't shoot the out)

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

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