Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

One two one two
One two one two
This one here goes out to all the fake thugs out there
Yeah uh huh

Yo you say you thuggin it doesn matter
It goes my mind as just chit chatter
You may say I a ego or just maybe three
But none of that tough luck I seriously
It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that fake thug brotha
I don't mean to brag, never hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha you missed
I put feelings inside, you who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate one, attempts to analyze
get your hands tied
Thrown over a boat, don't know you was thinking
That dream is over, your body

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it,
to Brooklyn and get shoot to shit,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
See that, Brooklyn get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I and what I bring
You know we tired and you to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, back to
With funny after y'all

Daddy]
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 long
We stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, up rhymes
BAD BOY, we turn into the of the crime
I'm accurate, you can have that shit
I just get a slide with the baddest bitch
and actresses, that swallow
Bottles, magnum shit
Get, nice as fuck, leave the lights is up
it down when the mics is up
Lately they say Diddy's gettin nice as
Shit, if I don't it I recite it well
the flow, so tight you got to know
I'm with my glock and my dough

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who 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 Brooklyn you'd get shoot to
bitch, you know what I want and what I bring
Don't fuck with me you won't get to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
funny niggas after y'all

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it
You touched fuck don't shoot to shit
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We Bad Boy don't shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know 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

to fade

P gonna shoot to shit