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 when you say you thuggin it matter
It goes into my mind as chit chatter
You may say I have a ego or just maybe
But none of that tough luck I take
It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard that fake thug brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop
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 hate when one, to analyze
Franchise get your tied
Thrown over a boat, don't what you was thinking
That is over, your body sinking

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

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor the shit drops
shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We don't stop, niggas the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, lead up rhymes
BAD BOY, we turn into the of the crime
I'm accurate, you can have that shit
I just wanna get a slide with the bitch
Models and actresses, that
Bottles, that magnum
Get, nice as fuck, leave 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 to shit now,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
Yo in you'd get shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want and I bring
Don't fuck with me you won't get shoot to
You want hardcore smash the
Back, and back, back to
funny niggas after y'all

[Puff
ladies, get up
Bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot shit up
Cause I see ladies tonight
That I give a condom or 3 babies tonight
You might a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack there you gettin cab
Yo, I'm for drama little clap clap there
I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap
But you see honey what I'm rappin there?
All I is a minute to get back to the lair
where it is let's trap the deal, where
Cease is a few of his pieces
how we is, east side and divide
If she ain't with, hit the road tramp
And you come back no more no more no more
No

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

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P Diddy gonna to shit