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 you say you thuggin it doesn matter
It goes into my mind as just chatter
You may say I a ego or just maybe three
But none of that tough luck I take
It goes in one ear and right out the
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) 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 hands tied
Thrown over a boat, know what you was thinking
dream is over, your body sinking

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

Daddy]
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor when the shit
shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all night
We don't stop, niggas the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, lead up
BAD BOY, we turn the scene of the crime
I'm accurate, damn you can that shit
I just wanna get a with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses, that
Bottles, magnum shit
Get, as fuck, leave 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 tight with my glock and my

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

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

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it
You ain't touched fuck shoot to shit
you you and you you, fuck you and you
We Bad Boy don't shoot to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you 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
funny niggas after y'all

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P Diddy gonna shoot to