Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right
out to all the fake thugs 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 merry free
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It in one ear and right out the other
Heard that fake shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never hate
You ain't got the 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 hate when one to analyze

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who got a clue
(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 when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and the shit out)

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You have Boogie Down, don't 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 when I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't shoot the 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 happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
'Cause I see some ladies
That I could a condom or 3 babies tonight

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 of this whole rap gear

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

That's how we is, we and divide
If she ain't it, I-95
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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(We go Brick City, shoot the shit out)

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

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