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 mind as chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But none of that talk, I take seriously

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that fake thug shit,
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 your tied
Thrown over a
Don't know you was thinking
dream 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, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(We go and shoot the shit out)

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

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

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 scene of the
fame, you can have that shit

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

Lately they say Diddy's nice as hell
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the flow so tight you know
I'mma 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the 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 want when I my crew
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

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

You might catch a if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap
I mean I ain't Gandhi of this whole rap

But you see honey that I'm rappin' with
All I need is a minute to get her to the Leer
Back it is, less traffic there
Cease is with a few of his pieces

That's how we is, we and divide
If she ain't with it,
Hit the tramp, and don't 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, don't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, shoot 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, the walls
I stack, bring it 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