Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, you fake ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith,

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

Yeah, hop on the and ride it like 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 bean and her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
out of school, now I'm stupid paid (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all just super lames (y'all 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 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 fresh to death like a guy (corpse)
They call me the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my (when I think 'bout it)
I could be still there so I'm for this bag (amen)
Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look like two (bling)
This might not mean nothin' to you but I used to get food
Hit her from the side, caught a (ugh)
The pussy me tap, it was damp (wet)
got me up like a ramp (up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I (skrrt, what you rockin'?)
Yellow diamonds on me, look like (yellow, yellow)
Told her that I her, I'm too macaroni

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna 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 and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember 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 super lames (y'all that)
How you gon' bash me then try fuck me, you super fakes (huh)

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