Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right
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 merry
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out who don't got a clue
(You Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You have Jersey, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want 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 nigga's after

We got it
hit the floor when the shit drop
Shit knocked, stop
We roll, we ball, we all long

We don't stop, nigga's 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 just 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, that shit
Get nice as fuck, leave when the is up
Tear it down the mics is up

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as
Shit, if I don't write it I it well
Locked the flow so tight you gotta
tumble 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you don't got a
(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the 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, the walls
I stack, bring it for y'all
40 nigga's after y'all

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