Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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

Yo, you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter
It into my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say, I have a ego, or just merry
But none of that tough talk, I seriously

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there who don't got a
(You have Brooklyn, shoot the shit 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 when I bring my
(We go Uptown and the shit out)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the
I stack, bring it back for
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 long

We don't stop, thought the heat 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 shit

I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest
Models and actresses swallow bottles, that magnum shit
Get as fuck, leave when the lights is up
it down when the mics is up

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
You thugs out there, you got a clue
(You Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, you and you
(You got Shaolin, shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my
(You have QB, don't shoot the out)

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

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
I see some ladies tonight
That I give a condom or 3 babies tonight

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

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

how we is, we slide and divide
If she ain't with it,
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 don't got a
(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 Brick City, shoot the shit out)

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

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