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 doesn't
It goes into my mind as chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But of that tough talk, I take seriously

It in one ear and right out the other
Heard that fake thug shit,
I don't mean to brag, never hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to 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 your tied
over a boat
Don't know you was thinking
That dream is over, your sinking

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

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

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

We don't stop, nigga's thought the was gone
But I'm back to do it again, leader of
Bad boy, we it to the scene of the crime
Immaculate fame, you can have shit

I just wanna 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 when the is up

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble 'fore they my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

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

You might catch a flight if you me right
But if you whack there, you gettin' cab
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap there
I mean I Gandhi of this whole rap gear

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

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 the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't shoot the out)

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

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