Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

One two, one two
One two, one two
This one here
Goes out to all the thugs out there
Yeah, uh huh

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

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 that it to stop 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 when one attempts to analyze

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and shoot the 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 when the shit drop
Shit knocked, bitch
We roll, we ball, we all long

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

I wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, 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 tight you gotta
I'mma tumble they rock my dough, motherfuckers

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

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

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

You might a flight if you playing me right
But if you whack there, you cab fare
Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap there
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
where it is, less traffic there
Where Cease is with a few of his

how we is, we slide and divide
If she with 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 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 the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, shoot 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, you, you and you, fuck you and you