Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

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

It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard that thug shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You got the bank that 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 hands tied
Thrown over a
Don't know what you was
That dream is over, body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who don't got a
(You have Brooklyn, ain't the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You Jersey, ain't shoot the shit 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, bring it for y'all
With 40 nigga's y'all

We got it
Everybody hit the floor the shit drop
Shit knocked, bitch
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
Immaculate fame, you can that shit

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

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the flow so you gotta know
I'mma tumble 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, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(You have QB, shoot the shit out)

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

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

You might catch a flight if you 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 of this whole rap gear

But you see that 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 with a few of his

That's how we is, we slide and
If she ain't it, I-95
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 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, shoot the shit out)

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

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