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 into my as just chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or merry free
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It in one ear and right out the other
Heard that fake thug shit,
I don't mean to brag, never never
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 hate when one attempts to

Franchise, get your hands
over a boat
Don't know you was thinking
That dream is over, your body

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, 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 and shoot the shit out)

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you 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 shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you know I want when I bring my crew
(You QB, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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

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

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

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't with it,
Hit the road tramp, and 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, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(We go Brick City, don't the shit out)

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

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