Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

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

Yo when you say you it doesn matter
It goes my mind as just chit chatter
You may say I have a ego or just three
But none of that tough I take seriously
It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard fake thug shit? brotha
I don't to brag, never never hate
You got the bank that it takes to stop this
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha sucker you
I put feelings inside, you who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate when one, attempts to
Franchise get hands tied
Thrown over a boat, know what you was thinking
That is over, your body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it,
Come to and get shoot to shit,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
See that, Brooklyn get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want and I bring
You know we and you shoot to shit
You want smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
funny niggas after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor when the shit
This shit knocked, stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all night
We stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, lead up rhymes
BAD BOY, we into the scene of the crime
I'm accurate, damn you can have shit
I just wanna get a slide with the bitch
and actresses, that swallow
Bottles, magnum shit
Get, nice as fuck, leave the lights is up
Tear it when the mics is up
Lately they say Diddy's gettin nice as
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the flow, so tight you got to
I'm tight with my and my dough

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it,
How many times we tear it and shoot to shit now,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
Yo in Brooklyn you'd get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want and I bring
Don't fuck me you won't get shoot to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, back to
With niggas after y'all

[Puff
ladies, get up
Bounce your up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't this shit up
Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 tonight
You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you whack there you cab fare
Yo, I'm more for drama clap clap there
I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap
But you see honey what I'm rappin with
All I need is a minute to get back to the
Back where it is trap the deal, where
is with a few of his pieces
That's how we is, east side and
If she ain't with, hit the road tramp
And don't you back no more no more no more
No

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it
You ain't touched fuck shoot to shit
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We Bad Boy don't shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want, and I bring
Yo New city don't shoot to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, back to
With funny after y'all

to fade

P gonna shoot to shit