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 thuggin it matter
It into my mind as just chit chatter
You may say I have a ego or just three
But none of that tough luck I take
It goes in one ear and right out the
Heard fake thug shit? brotha
I don't 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 a boat, don't know what you was thinking
That is over, your body sinking

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

[Puff
You got it (that's right)
Everybody hits the floor the shit drops
This shit knocked, bitch (bitch, stop)
We brawl, we pile, we all long
We don't stop, thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again, lead up
BAD BOY, we turn into the scene of the
I'm accurate, damn you can have shit
I wanna get a slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses, that
Bottles, magnum shit
Get, nice as fuck, leave the lights is up
it down when the mics is up
Lately they say Diddy's gettin 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 tear it and shoot to shit now,
Yo you you and you you, fuck you and you
Yo in Brooklyn you'd get to shit
Aiyyo bitch, you know I want and what I bring
Don't fuck with me you get shoot to shit
You want hardcore smash the
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 a condom or 3 babies tonight
You might catch a flight if you me right
But if you whack you gettin cab fare
Yo, I'm more for drama little clap clap
I mean I ain't of this whole rap gear
But you see honey what I'm rappin there?
All I is a minute to get back to the lair
Back where it is let's trap the deal,
Cease is with a few of his
how we is, east side and divide
If she ain't with, hit the road tramp
And don't you come back no more no more no
No

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
All of you thugs out there, who got it
You touched fuck don't 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 don't shoot to
You hardcore smash the walls
Back, and back, back to
With funny niggas y'all

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P Diddy shoot to shit