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 into my mind as just chit
You may say I have a ego or maybe three
But none of that tough luck I seriously
It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard that fake thug shit?
I don't to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop
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, to analyze
Franchise get your hands
Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was
That dream is over, your body

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it,
Come to Brooklyn and get to shit,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
See that, get shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know I want and what I bring
You know we tired and you shoot to
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas y'all

Daddy]
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor when the shit
This knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We don't stop, niggas thought the was gone
But I'm back to do it again, 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
Models and actresses, swallow
Bottles, that shit
Get, as fuck, leave when the lights is up
Tear it down when the is up
Lately they say Diddy's nice as hell
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the flow, so you got to know
I'm with my glock and my dough

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

[Puff
ladies, get up
Bounce tits up
Be Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
Cause I see ladies tonight
I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight
You might catch a if you playing me right
But if you whack there you cab fare
Yo, I'm more for drama little clap clap
I mean I ain't Ghandi of whole rap gear
But you see honey what I'm rappin with
All I need is a to get back to the lair
Back it is let's trap the deal, where
Cease is a few of his pieces
That's how we is, east side and
If she ain't with, I-9-5 hit the road
And you come back no more no more no more
No

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

to fade

P Diddy gonna to shit