Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

One two one two
One two one two
This one right goes out to all the fake thugs out there
Yeah uh huh

Yo when you say you it doesn matter
It goes into my as just chit chatter
You may say I have a ego or just three
But none of that tough luck I seriously
It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard fake thug shit? brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the bank that it to stop this
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha you missed
I put inside, you know who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate one, attempts to analyze
get your hands tied
Thrown over a boat, don't what you was thinking
That dream is over, your body

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it,
Come to Brooklyn and get to shit,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
See that, Brooklyn get shoot to
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I and what I bring
You we tired and you shoot to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, back to
With funny after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor when the shit
This knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, up rhymes
BAD BOY, we into the scene of the crime
I'm accurate, damn you can that shit
I just get a slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses, swallow
Bottles, that shit
Get, nice as fuck, leave when the is up
Tear it when the mics is up
Lately they say gettin nice as hell
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the flow, so tight you got to
I'm tight my glock and my dough

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it,
How times we tear it down and shoot to shit now,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
Yo in Brooklyn you'd get shoot to
Aiyyo bitch, you know I want and what I bring
Don't fuck with me you get shoot to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, back to
With niggas after y'all

Daddy]
ladies, get up
Bounce your up
Be happy ain't shoot this shit up
Cause I see some ladies
That I could give a or 3 babies tonight
You might catch a flight if you playing me
But if you there you gettin cab fare
Yo, I'm more for drama little clap there
I I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear
But you see honey what I'm rappin with
All I need is a minute to get to the lair
Back it is let's trap the deal, where
is with a few of his pieces
That's how we is, east side and
If she with, I-9-5 hit the road tramp
And don't you come back no no more no more
No

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it
You ain't touched fuck don't to shit
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We Bad Boy don't shoot to shit
bitch, you know what I want, and what I bring
Yo New York don't shoot to shit
You want smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas after

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P Diddy gonna shoot to