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 mind as just
You may say, I have a ego, or just free
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard fake thug shit, brotha
I don't to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the that it takes to stop this

Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you
I put feelings aside, you who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate when one to analyze

Franchise, get your tied
over a boat
Don't what you was thinking
That is over, your body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I my crew
(We go and shoot the shit out)

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

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

We stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, leader of rhyme
Bad boy, we it to the scene of the crime
fame, you can have that shit

I just wanna slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, magnum 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
the flow so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough,

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(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 what I want when I bring my crew
(You have QB, 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 your up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
'Cause I see some tonight
That I could give a 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 little clap there
I mean I ain't Gandhi of whole rap gear

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
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
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the out)
Hey yo bitch, you what I want when I bring my crew
(We go City, don't shoot the shit out)

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

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