Luyện nghe bài hát A Thug's Love Story (Chapter I, II, III)

[Kool G
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing
Crib way out in the sticks, they house slick
It's like some straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint
Honey was thick, I was the nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt thigh split
I quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how I get
I'm on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, an affair with
? flip me the digits, to the hip and the flip
Said she had to split, in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the of cat like me
to be dealing with mad
And even though mami was mad
Body revealing and big
This shit is illin, I don't it
Fuck it, I can't it
I reaching for the to call Miss
I to get with this
Tan Tone the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, up lady"
"Fine and how you boo" (chick)
"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing
"we could sip on some champagne Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly
We link, push in the six circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag of Benjamin Franks
More ices a hockey rink, face of a Saint
for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six o, she drove
My eyes her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her at the Poconos
robes, crib hot as a stove
She out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see thru holes, toes
Took me into the master suite, was sweet
Ja'causezi four feet deep, with sheets
As I was to this half black/latin freak
Met on a street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was open, started laughing and joking
We smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
what the deal is, the realness
My man is as Bruce Willis
If he catches us, he'll try to us
He got a whole army of
Me no worry, I got the son
End of the first verse, one

Shit is real in the
love story

[G.
So I am
Laid up in this house, up in the Poconos
With this I don't even really know
Steady me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed
twisting mami's back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smelling like
Totally no kind of for this bitch's man
I it's just another one of those G Rap adventures

[Kool G.
The day about a quarter to eight
I a squeek on the staircase
Got the gat under the pillow case
Somebody in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was
I'm waiting for a head to in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right the door, he started blazing
was grazing, shit was crazy and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then
Heard a crash, they through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the
Saw the snowmobile yo it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and
Mad soldiers out in the field, they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, to make a thugs blood spill
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind
Two big rocks and off shots, about four dropped
The six started to pop, I feel something hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is
Loaded my last then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas up in blowing black and
Spotted this by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the fucking spin
The safety again, and still a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back
Pulled over the get it in
And took a rest at the river bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs
Pretty we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo tending my wound
Put on some tunes, she my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her
Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my
She rode the dick a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I jism
Then back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought the realism
Niggas coming and they steel with them
I got just the thing to with them
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two packed
Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched
So quick spread out and play the
on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out

[G.
Yo what's the mami, you scared or something?

I'm a worried baby

[G.
Yo, be worried about nothing, alright
is gonna be alright

OK

[G.
Look, we just go to your house, go get the money
You know, we gonna get backs or whatever
And we gonna get out of there,

Alright, ven paca papi, un besito

[G.
Alright, that bag money

Let's do this,

G. Rap]
After three whole of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm the dough
She her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took
was sitting on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a LS double O
the chick, yo you moving to slow
it up baby, we got to go
And get plane and hit the Caymans
With the payment, somebody in
A platoon of goons with heaters
I drew the Mac 10 and flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left seven thugs laying
But this one cat was gaining, he grab the and
Put the heater to the chicks and
I let my two guns drop, they got the
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a
The man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the and hit me dead in my knot
Honey to panic and yelling that money in spanish
Thinking out to take advantage
So we're out in the Atlantic
With no and stranded
Backhanded the on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "amor you won't be no more"
us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready to us yet
Saw this nigga there, the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas
We up a horrible mess
I saw a box the letters on it S.O.S
So I out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec out his hand, now I'm ready to bless
The madness, put the of them niggas to rest
around, the chick's man was the only one left
Threw his ass over board and told him hold breath
Caught my breath, I seen down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her
Held her in my arms till her soul finally
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent
A real thug lost the women he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars