Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

One two one two
One two one two
This one right here out to all the fake thugs 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 have a ego or 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 to stop this
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha you missed
I put inside, you know who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate one, attempts to analyze
Franchise get 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 thugs out there, who got it,
Come to and get shoot to shit,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
See that, Brooklyn get shoot to
Aiyyo bitch, you what I want and what I bring
You know we tired and you to shit
You want hardcore smash the
Back, and back, back to
With niggas after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody the floor when the shit drops
This knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all night
We stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, lead up
BAD BOY, we turn into the scene of the
I'm accurate, you can have that shit
I just wanna get a with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses, swallow
Bottles, that shit
Get, nice as fuck, leave when the is up
Tear it down when the is up
Lately they say gettin nice as hell
Shit, if I don't it I recite it well
the flow, so tight you got to know
I'm tight with my and my dough

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it,
How times we tear it down 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 know I want and what I bring
Don't fuck with me you won't get shoot to
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, back to
With niggas after y'all

Daddy]
ladies, get up
Bounce your up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
Cause I see some ladies
That I could give a or 3 babies tonight
You might a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack you gettin 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 rappin with
All I need is a minute to get to the lair
where it is let's trap the deal, where
Cease is a few of his pieces
That's how we is, east side and
If she ain't with, I-9-5 hit the road
And don't you 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 shoot to
Fuck you you and you you, you and you
We with Bad Boy don't to shit
bitch, you know what I want, and what I bring
Yo New York city don't to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, back to
funny niggas after y'all

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P Diddy gonna shoot to