Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't
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
Heard that thug shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop

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

Franchise, get your tied
Thrown over a
know what you was thinking
That dream is over, your body

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 have Jersey, ain't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and shoot the out)

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

We got it
Everybody hit the floor 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, of rhyme
Bad boy, we turn it to the scene of the
Immaculate fame, you can have that

I wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, that shit
Get nice as fuck, when the lights is up
it down 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 know
I'mma tumble 'fore rock my dough, motherfuckers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You out there, you don't got a clue
(You have Boogie Down, don't 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 I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't the shit out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, your tits up
Be Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
'Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 tonight

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

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

That's how we is, we slide and
If she with it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and don't you 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, don't shoot the out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Bad Boy, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I 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 after y'all

You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You got Def Squad, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you