Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, fuck you fake ass and bitches
Tay Keith,

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

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my (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 just 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 the most high (G-O-D)
I walk around with the four
I'm fresh to death a dead guy (corpse)
call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my (when I think 'bout it)
I could be still so I'm thankful for this bag (amen)
Chandeliers on my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling)
This might not mean nothin' to you but I to get food stamps
Hit her from the side, a cramp (ugh)
The made me tap, it was damp (wet)
Yellow got me up like a (up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I (skrrt, what you rockin'?)
Yellow on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow)
her that I loved her, I'm too macaroni

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Johnny Cage (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a and chop her like 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 just lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

I'm so fuckin' for the bag and shit
Pacific ocean bag, I got a water
Haters make me made, that's why my diamonds