Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, fuck you ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith,

Niggas hatin', tell 'em it
But you gettin' money, I get it
You smoke or you just acting?
Are you serious, I'm asking
If you real why pretend?
Maybe you tryna get under my
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 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 they (ugh ugh, woah)

Yeah, hop on the and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Cage (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that 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 (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, just super lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try fuck me, you super fakes (huh)

Came in the with vengeance
left, I got right like Lorenzo (got right on)
Gucci my vision, my
I fucked up 'bout the money, I spends it
I had a talk with the high (G-O-D)
I walk around the four five
I'm fresh to like a dead guy (corpse)
They me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think it)
I could be still there so I'm thankful for bag (amen)
Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look two lamps (bling)
This might not mean 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)
got me up like a ramp (up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, you rockin'?)
Yellow diamonds on me, like macaroni (yellow, yellow)
Told her 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, Dolce Johnny Cage (I'm just shit)
She fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm stupid (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I that nigga, y'all just super lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

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