Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Thugs Dedication

[Puff

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

Yo when you say you thuggin it matter
It goes into my mind as chit chatter
You may say I have a ego or just maybe
But none of that tough luck I seriously
It goes in one ear and out the other
that fake thug shit? brotha
I don't to brag, never never hate
You ain't got the bank that it takes to this
Ha (ha) ha (ha) ha (ha) ha sucker you
I put feelings inside, you who I am
P-U-2-F, to the U.S.
And I hate when one, to analyze
Franchise get hands tied
Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was
dream is over, your body sinking

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you out there, who don't got it,
to Brooklyn and get shoot to shit,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
See that, Brooklyn get shoot to
Aiyyo bitch, you what I want and what I bring
You we tired and you shoot to shit
You want hardcore the walls
Back, and back, back to
With funny after y'all

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody the floor when the shit drops
This shit knocked, stop (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 into the scene of the crime
I'm accurate, you can have that shit
I just wanna get a slide with the bitch
and actresses, that swallow
Bottles, magnum shit
Get, nice as fuck, leave when the is up
Tear it down when the is up
Lately they say Diddy's nice as hell
Shit, if I don't 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 many times we tear it down and shoot to now,
Yo fuck you you and you you, you and you
Yo in Brooklyn you'd get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know what I 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 after y'all

Daddy]
ladies, get up
Bounce tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this up
Cause I see ladies tonight
That I could give a condom or 3 tonight
You might catch a flight if you me right
But if you there you gettin cab fare
Yo, I'm more for drama clap clap there
I mean I Ghandi of this whole rap gear
But you see honey what I'm rappin with
All I is a minute to get back to the lair
Back it is let's trap the deal, where
Cease is with a few of his
That's how we is, east and divide
If she ain't with, I-9-5 hit the tramp
And don't you come 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 fuck don't shoot to shit
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 hardcore the walls
Back, and back, to y'all
With funny niggas after

to fade

P Diddy gonna to shit