Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right
Goes out to all the fake thugs out
Yeah, uh huh

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

It goes in one ear and 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 stop

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 when one attempts to

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who 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 want when I bring my
(We go Uptown and the shit out)

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

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 back to do it again, leader of
Bad boy, we turn it to the scene of the
Immaculate fame, you can that shit

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

Lately they say Diddy's nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I recite it
Locked the so tight you gotta know
tumble 'fore they 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, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Shaolin, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I when I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't shoot the out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce your up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
'Cause I see ladies tonight
I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight

You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you whack there, you cab fare
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap
I mean I ain't Gandhi of this rap gear

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

That's how we is, we slide and
If she ain't it, I-95
Hit the tramp, and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(We go Brick City, shoot the shit out)

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

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