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 doesn't
It goes into my mind as just
You may say, I a ego, or just merry free
But none of that tough talk, I take

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 takes to stop

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 one attempts to analyze

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the flow so you gotta know
I'mma tumble they rock my dough, motherfuckers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck 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 hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it for y'all
40 nigga's after y'all

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
'Cause I see some tonight
That I could give a or 3 babies tonight

You might catch a flight if you 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 that I'm with 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

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 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 the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(We go Brick City, shoot the shit out)

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

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