Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

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One two one two
One two one two
This one right here goes out to all the fake out there
Yeah uh huh

Yo when you say you thuggin it matter
It goes into my mind as chit chatter
You may say I a ego or just maybe three
But of that tough luck I take seriously
It in one ear and right out the other
Heard fake thug shit? brotha
I mean to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop
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 hate one, attempts to analyze
get your hands tied
Thrown a boat, don't 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,
to Brooklyn and get shoot to shit,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
See that, Brooklyn get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know I want and what I bring
You know we and you shoot to shit
You want smash the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny after y'all

Daddy]
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor when the shit
This shit knocked, bitch (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But I'm to do it again, lead up rhymes
BAD BOY, we turn into the of the crime
I'm accurate, damn you can have that
I just wanna get a with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses, swallow
Bottles, that magnum
Get, as fuck, leave when the lights is up
Tear it down the mics is up
Lately they say gettin nice as hell
Shit, if I don't write it I 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 many times we it down and shoot to shit now,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
Yo in Brooklyn you'd get shoot to
Aiyyo bitch, you what I want and what I bring
Don't fuck me you won't get shoot to shit
You want hardcore smash the
Back, and back, back to
With funny niggas y'all

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

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

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P Diddy gonna to shit