Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

One two one two
One two one two
This one right here goes out to all the fake thugs out
yeah uh huh

Yo you say you thuggin it doesn matter
It goes into my mind as just chit
You may say I a ego or just maybe three
But none of that luck I take seriously
It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that fake shit? brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the bank that it takes to this
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha sucker you
I put feelings inside, 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 boat, don't know what you was
That dream is over, body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it,
Come to and get shoot to shit,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
See that, get shoot to shit
bitch, you know what I want and what I bring
You know we and you shoot to shit
You want smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
funny niggas after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the when the shit drops
This shit knocked, stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all night
We don't stop, niggas thought the heat was
But I'm to do it again, lead up rhymes
BAD BOY, we turn into the of the crime
I'm accurate, damn you can that shit
I wanna get a slide with the baddest bitch
and actresses, that swallow
Bottles, magnum shit
Get, nice as fuck, when the lights is up
Tear it down the mics is up
Lately say Diddy's gettin nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I it well
the flow, so tight you got to know
I'm tight with my glock and my

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it,
How many times we tear it down and shoot to now,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
Yo in you'd get shoot to shit
bitch, you know what I want and what I bring
Don't with me you won't get shoot to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas y'all

Daddy]
ladies, get up
Bounce tits up
Be Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
Cause I see some tonight
That I could a condom or 3 babies tonight
You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you whack there you cab fare
Yo, I'm more for drama little clap there
I mean I ain't Ghandi of this rap gear
But you see honey what I'm rappin there?
All I need is a minute to get to the lair
Back where it is trap the deal, where
is with a few of his pieces
That's how we is, side and divide
If she with, I-9-5 hit the road tramp
And don't you come back no more no more no
No

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it
You ain't touched fuck don't shoot to
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We with Bad Boy don't to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you what I want, and what I bring
Yo New York city don't to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With niggas after y'all

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P gonna shoot to shit