Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

One two one two
One two one two
This one right goes out to all the fake thugs out there
yeah uh huh

Yo when you say you it doesn matter
It goes my mind as just chit chatter
You may say I a ego or just maybe three
But none of that tough luck I seriously
It goes in one ear and out the other
that fake thug shit? brotha
I mean to brag, never never hate
You got the bank that it takes to stop this
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha you missed
I put inside, you know 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 boat, don't know what you was
That is over, your body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it,
to Brooklyn and get shoot to shit,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
See that, Brooklyn get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you what I want and what I bring
You know we tired and you to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
funny niggas after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor when the drops
This knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all night
We stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, lead up rhymes
BAD BOY, we turn into the scene of the
I'm accurate, damn you can have that
I wanna get a slide with the baddest bitch
and actresses, that swallow
Bottles, that magnum
Get, nice as fuck, when the lights is up
Tear it down when the is up
Lately they say Diddy's gettin nice as
Shit, if I write it I recite it well
Locked the flow, so tight you got to
I'm with my glock and my dough

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it,
How many times we tear it down and to shit now,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
Yo in you'd get shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know I want and what I bring
fuck with me you won't get shoot to shit
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
funny niggas after y'all

[Puff
ladies, get up
Bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn shoot this shit up
Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a or 3 babies tonight
You might catch a if you playing me right
But if you whack there you gettin cab
Yo, I'm more for drama little clap there
I I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear
But you see honey what I'm with there?
All I need is a minute to get back to the
where it is let's trap the deal, where
Cease is a few of his pieces
That's how we is, side and divide
If she with, I-9-5 hit the road tramp
And you come back no more no more no more
No

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it
You ain't touched fuck don't shoot to
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We with Bad Boy don't to shit
bitch, you know what I want, and what I bring
Yo New York city shoot to shit
You want smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny after y'all

to fade

P gonna shoot to shit