Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, fuck you ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith,

hatin', tell '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 get under my skin
you don't want to see me win
But I won't and I won't bend
Give me cup, fill it with ice
A in the red, put it in the Sprite
in the club, turned on the lights
But it was just dark, so 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 (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Cage (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)
Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm stupid paid (I'm paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all just lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try fuck me, bitch you fakes (huh)

Came in the game vengeance
Nigga left, I got right Lorenzo (got right on)
Gucci my vision, my
I ain't up 'bout the money, I spends it
I had a with the most high (G-O-D)
I walk around the four five
I'm to death like a dead guy (corpse)
They call me Capo the guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think 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 not mean nothin' to you but I used to get food stamps
Hit her the side, caught a cramp (ugh)
The made me tap, it was damp (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)
her that I loved her, I'm too macaroni

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 fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a and chop her like my fade (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' me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

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