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 out there
yeah uh huh

Yo when you say you thuggin it matter
It goes into my as just chit chatter
You may say I a ego or just maybe three
But none of that tough I take seriously
It goes in one ear and right out the
that fake thug shit? brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the bank it takes to stop 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
get your hands tied
Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was
dream is over, your body sinking

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, get shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want and I bring
You we tired and you shoot to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
funny niggas after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor the shit drops
This shit knocked, bitch (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We don't stop, niggas thought the heat was
But I'm back to do it again, up rhymes
BAD BOY, we into the scene of the crime
I'm accurate, you can have that shit
I wanna get a slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses, swallow
Bottles, that magnum
Get, as fuck, leave 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 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 thugs out there, who got it,
How many times we tear it and shoot to shit now,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
Yo in Brooklyn get shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you what I want and what I bring
Don't fuck with me you won't get shoot to
You want smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas y'all

Daddy]
ladies, get up
Bounce tits up
Be happy ain't shoot this shit up
Cause I see some ladies
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 for drama little clap clap there
I mean I Ghandi of this whole rap gear
But you see what I'm rappin with there?
All I need is a to get back to the lair
where it is let's trap the deal, where
Cease is with a few of his
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 out there, who don't got it
You ain't touched fuck don't shoot to
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We with Bad Boy shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want, and I bring
Yo New York city don't to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas after

to fade

P Diddy gonna to shit