Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.K.E.

[Intro:
So I was trying to come up an acronym for F.A.K.E.
Cause that's half motherfuckers out here
And I swear they be False Advertising, Killing
They advertising, killing expectations

DeStorm]
Nigga I ain't perfect, but perfect
So all these lies you telling, it ain't it
Tell me why you advertising, killing expectations
False advertising, killing
so fake, so fake
Why you so fake? Why you so
I caught you
False advertising, expectations
You false advertising, killing
So

1: DeStorm]
I see you got so many followers on
Thirteen likes, an insta-scam
Two to comments on your mentions, ma'am
Retire girl, get a better pension
That bell won't save you,
Go and tell 'em that bag Canal Street
Those red bottoms you got 'em in the alley
Louboutons on a four-figure salary?
Facebook frontin' like you out in Cali
But your bills being paid by some in the valley
Driving his Coupe, he put you school
Now you owe him head, you on Sally Mae
I'll talk these dudes, though
All the you say ain't true, yo
You say you had a at the supper club
With the kickin' like judo
Lies, lies, all of lies, Pinocchio, all of these guys
Swear you on your on the music biz
every bitch you got a movie script
And that truck yours, it's a rental
Fucked up teeth, nigga, focus on dental (damn)
shorty find out cause she's sure to find out
You ain't got no words like a fuckin'
These men are just fake, these women are
Even your pastor and minister's
We're all insecure, I don't what you say
Every nigga a boost (energy shake)
And I gon' front like I don't lie
Got 20 of J's, four fly new rides
Clipping that shit that wasn't in the
But I'mma say "fuck it" I kick the bucket

[Verse 2: Talib
Why you lying to the
Severe lack of like you eyeing for the peep hole
Thought you was like Liko
Living by the G code, really you informer like Deep
Steady telling on yourself, you in trouble police
Cause your whole time like a peep show
Now you're ass out
Get Deboed by the government the repo
fake tales from the state pen
Have all revealed now your publicist preparing a statement
Fuck this, we ain't your case
Can you stare in the face of the death you're chasing
That's like the emperor no clothes
These hoes get exposed like the naked
I gotta do some praying, is what's left
In the place when trust taken
Dedication, real recognize and I know it on a first name basis
Man, your shit is
If truth is I'm a native like a reservation
Niggas swear they got beef like a with blood on an apron
But they're faker veggie bacon with they Miss Cleo accent
"Call me now," you're a blood clot, faking
I ain't perfect, just nonstop with no vacation
Feeling like a prisoner with no
in one ear, the other ear hearing the whispers of Satan
I'm impatient, so I'm taking it now, no
Fuck advertising, killing expectations, hey!