Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one here
out to all the fake thugs out there
Yeah, uh huh

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it matter
It goes into my mind as chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just merry
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard fake thug shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the that it takes to stop this

Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you
I put feelings aside, you who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I when one attempts to analyze

Franchise, get your hands
Thrown over a
Don't know you was thinking
That dream is over, body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and shoot the out)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the
I stack, it back for y'all
With 40 after y'all

We got it
Everybody hit the when the shit drop
Shit knocked, bitch
We roll, we ball, we all night

We don't stop, nigga's thought the was gone
But I'm back to do it again, leader of
Bad boy, we turn it to the scene of the
Immaculate fame, you can that shit

I just wanna 'gaitor slide the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that bottles, that magnum shit
Get nice as fuck, leave when the is up
Tear it down the mics is up

Lately they say gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough,

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You have Down, don't shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Shaolin, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(You QB, don't shoot the shit out)

Yo, you want hardcore, smash the
I stack, bring it for y'all
With 40 nigga's after

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce tits up
Be Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
'Cause I see some ladies
That I could a condom or 3 babies tonight

You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a clap clap there
I mean I ain't of this whole rap gear

But you see that I'm rappin' with there?
All I need is a minute to get her back to the
Back it is, less traffic there
Where is with a few of his pieces

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(We go City, don't shoot the shit out)

Yo, you hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, it back for y'all
With 40 after y'all

You out there, you don't got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you