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 thugs out there
yeah uh huh

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

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

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody the floor when the shit drops
shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We stop, niggas thought 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, damn you can have shit
I just wanna get a slide the baddest bitch
and actresses, that swallow
Bottles, that magnum
Get, nice as fuck, leave the lights is up
Tear it down when the 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 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
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I and what I bring
Don't with me you won't get shoot to shit
You want hardcore smash the
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas after

[Puff
ladies, get up
Bounce your up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
I see some ladies tonight
That I give a condom or 3 babies tonight
You might catch a flight if you me right
But if you whack there you gettin cab
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 minute to get back to the
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 with, I-9-5 hit the road tramp
And don't you back no more no more no more
No

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it
You ain't touched fuck shoot to shit
Fuck you you and you you, 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 shoot to
You want hardcore smash the
Back, and back, back to
With funny niggas after

to fade

P Diddy gonna to shit