Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, fuck you fake ass niggas and
Tay Keith,

Niggas hatin', 'em quit it
But you gettin' money, I get it
You want smoke or you just
Are you serious, I'm asking
If you real why pretend?
Maybe you tryna get my skin
Maybe you want to see me win
But I won't fold and I bend
Give me your cup, fill it ice
A in the red, put it in the Sprite
Walked in the club, on the lights
But it was just dark, so was my ice
on my ten toes (toes)
Pinky ring I pimp hoes (who you with?)
bitch with me a nympho (she a freak)
Poppin' percs like Mentos (ugh ugh, woah)

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm stupid (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all super lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super (huh)

Came in the with vengeance
Nigga left, I got right like (got right on)
Gucci my vision, my
I ain't up 'bout the money, I spends it
I had a talk the most high (G-O-D)
I walk with the four five
I'm to death like a dead guy (corpse)
They call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg),
I get emotional when I on my past (when I think 'bout it)
I could be still there so I'm thankful for bag (amen)
Chandeliers on my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling)
This not mean nothin' to you but I used to get food stamps
Hit her the side, caught a cramp (ugh)
The pussy made me tap, it was (wet)
Yellow got me up like a (up)
up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, what you rockin'?)
Yellow on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow)
Told her that I her, I'm too macaroni

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that bitch (bitch behave ho)
I pop a and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me Mitchell?)
out of school, now I'm stupid paid (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all just lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

I'm so thankful for the bag and shit
Pacific ocean bag, I got a wrist
Haters make me made, why my diamonds piss