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 my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It in one ear and right out the other
Heard that fake shit, brotha
I mean to brag, never never hate
You got the bank that it takes to stop this

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

Franchise, get hands tied
Thrown a boat
Don't know what you was
That dream is over, your sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and the shit 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
knocked, bitch stop
We roll, we ball, we all long

We don't stop, thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, leader of rhyme
Bad boy, we turn it to the of the crime
Immaculate fame, you can have that

I wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
and actresses that swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get nice as fuck, when the lights is up
Tear it when the mics is up

they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the flow so you gotta know
I'mma 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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