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

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that fake 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 to analyze

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the so tight you gotta know
I'mma 'fore they 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 want when I bring my
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

ladies, get up, bounce your tits up
Be Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
'Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 tonight

You might a flight if you playing me right
But if you there, you gettin' cab fare
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap
I mean I Gandhi 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
Back where it is, less traffic
Where Cease is a few of his pieces

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't with it,
Hit the road tramp, and don't you come 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 the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't the shit out)

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

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