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, you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter
It into my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But none of that tough talk, I take

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who don't got a
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the 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 shoot the out)

Yo, we want hardcore, the walls
I stack, bring it back for
With 40 nigga's after

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

We stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, leader of rhyme
Bad boy, we turn it to the scene of the
Immaculate fame, you can that shit

I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the bitch
and actresses that swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get nice as fuck, leave when the is up
it down when the mics is up

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

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

Yo, you want hardcore, the walls
I stack, it back for y'all
With 40 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 or 3 babies tonight

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

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

That's how we is, we slide and
If she ain't with it,
Hit the tramp, and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no

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

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

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