Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, fuck you ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith,

Niggas hatin', 'em quit it
But you money, I don't get it
You want smoke or you acting?
Are you serious, I'm asking
If you real why pretend?
you tryna get under my skin
Maybe you want to see me win
But I won't fold and I bend
me your cup, fill it with ice
A in the red, put it in the Sprite
Walked in the club, turned on the
But it was just dark, so was my ice
on my ten toes (toes)
Pinky ring like I pimp (who you with?)
That bitch with me a (she a freak)
Poppin' percs they 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 fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm stupid paid (I'm paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all super lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

in the game with vengeance
Nigga left, I got like Lorenzo (got right on)
Gucci my vision, my
I ain't fucked up the money, I spends it
I had a talk with the most (G-O-D)
I around with the four five
I'm fresh to death like a guy (corpse)
call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think it)
I could be there so I'm thankful for this bag (amen)
Chandeliers on both my ears, my look like two lamps (bling)
This might not mean to you but I used to get food stamps
Hit her from the side, caught a (ugh)
The made me tap, it was damp (wet)
got me up like a ramp (up)
Pull up, made her serve, I vamp (skrrt, what you rockin'?)
diamonds on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow)
Told her that I her, I'm too macaroni

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Cage (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that bitch (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm paid (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 fakes (huh)

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