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 mind as 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 out the other
Heard that fake thug shit?
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 inside, you know who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate when one, to analyze
Franchise get hands 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 out there, who don't 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
bitch, you know what I want and what I bring
You we tired and you shoot to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, back to
With funny after y'all

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

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

[Puff
ladies, get up
Bounce your up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 babies
You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you whack there you gettin cab
Yo, I'm more for drama little clap there
I I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear
But you see honey what I'm with there?
All I is a minute to get back to the lair
Back where it is let's trap the deal,
Cease is a few of his pieces
how we is, east side and divide
If she ain't with, I-9-5 hit the 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 touched fuck don't shoot to shit
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We with Bad Boy shoot to shit
bitch, you know what I want, and what I bring
Yo New York don't shoot to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas after

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P gonna shoot to shit