Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, when you say you thuggin', it matter
It goes into my mind as just
You may say, I have a ego, or merry free
But none of tough talk, I take seriously

It goes in one ear and out the other
Heard that fake shit, brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never
You ain't got the bank that it takes to 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 when one attempts to analyze

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

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

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

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

We don't stop, nigga's thought the was gone
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 swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get nice as fuck, leave the lights is up
it down when the mics is up

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I it well
the flow so tight you gotta know
I'mma tumble 'fore rock my dough, motherfuckers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you don't got a
(You have Boogie Down, shoot the shit out)
Yo, you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Shaolin, don't the shit 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, it back for y'all
With 40 nigga's y'all

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce your up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
'Cause I see some tonight
That I could a condom or 3 babies tonight

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

But you see that I'm rappin' with there?
All I need is a to get her back 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 with it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and don't you come no more
No more, no more, no

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
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
(You got Bad Boy, don't the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know 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 after y'all

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