Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right
Goes out to all the fake 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 tough talk, I take seriously

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that thug shit, brotha
I don't to brag, never 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 your hands
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, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and shoot the out)

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

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

We stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, leader of rhyme
Bad boy, we it to the scene of the crime
fame, you can have that shit

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You have Down, don't shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(You QB, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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

You might a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you 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 to the Leer
Back it is, less traffic there
Where Cease is with a few of his

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and you come back no more
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You got Def Squad, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck 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, 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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you