Luyện nghe bài hát Super Fake

Man, fuck you ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith,

hatin', tell 'em quit it
But you money, I don't get it
You want or you just acting?
Are you serious, I'm asking
If you real why pretend?
Maybe you tryna get my skin
you don't want to see me win
But I won't fold and I won't
me your cup, fill it with ice
A deuce in the red, put it in the
in the club, turned on the lights
But it was just dark, so was my ice
Chanel on my ten (toes)
Pinky ring like I pimp (who you with?)
That with me a nympho (she a freak)
Poppin' percs like they (ugh ugh, woah)

Yeah, hop on the and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I'm kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm paid (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all just lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

Came in the game vengeance
Nigga left, I got like Lorenzo (got right on)
my vision, my lenses
I ain't up 'bout the money, I spends it
I had a talk with the high (G-O-D)
I walk with the four five
I'm fresh to death a dead guy (corpse)
call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I on my past (when I think 'bout it)
I be still there so I'm thankful for this bag (amen)
Chandeliers on my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling)
This might not mean to you but I used to get food stamps
Hit her from the side, a cramp (ugh)
The pussy me tap, it was damp (wet)
Yellow got me up a ramp (up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, you rockin'?)
Yellow diamonds on me, look like (yellow, yellow)
her that I loved her, I'm too macaroni

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna my balance)
Chains I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny (I'm just kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that bitch (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm paid (I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y'all super lames (y'all knew that)
How you gon' me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

I'm so fuckin' thankful for the bag and
Pacific ocean bag, I got a wrist
Haters me made, that's why my diamonds piss