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

[Kool G
I this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's like some shit straight out of a flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt thigh split
I couldn't quit, to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how I get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an with
? flip me the digits, to the hip and the flip
Said she had to split, in the whip, headed up the strip
had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat me
to be dealing mad feelings
And though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big
This shit is illin, I like it
Fuck it, I fight it
I for the cordless to call Miss
I to get with this
Tan answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, up lady"
"Fine and how you boo" (chick)
"Ain't new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through
"we could sip on champagne from Spain boo"
an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a
Went for a ? Hot shots
wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the
Bridge robes, hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a bath robe
Panty hoes with see holes, pretty toes
me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Ja'causezi four feet deep, satin sheets
As I was speaking to this half black/latin
Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the
I was getting open, started and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's and
Said what the deal is, the
My man is crazy as Bruce
If he us, he'll try to kill us
He got a army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the son
End of the first verse, one

Shit is in the field
Thug love

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

[Kool G.
The next day about a quarter to
I heard a squeek on the
Got the gat from under the case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was
I'm for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he blazing
Bullets was grazing, shit was and
I had to to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, on her ass
off the balcony like a falcon Gee
With honey in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo it
We start it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting steel
The raw deal, or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to a thugs blood spill
In zero degrees, on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we up behind these
Two big rocks and off shots, about four dropped
The other six started to pop, I feel hot
I think I got hit, my is ripped
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the
She on my back tighter shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing and
Spotted this by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still doing a and ten
Shorty shivering, quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled the Jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad delivering
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the
Got shorty boo tending my bullet
Put on tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her
Hitting full behind her, grinding her my anaconda
She rode the dick a honda
I took her to the point of no return Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady
My glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism
laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I about the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel with
I got just the thing to with them
Nickel plate Mac, the attached, with two clips packed
Push a niggas whole back, so I snatched that
So quick spread out and play the
on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out

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

I'm a worried baby

[G.
Yo, don't be worried nothing, alright
Everything is gonna be

OK

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

Alright, ven papi, dame un besito

[G.
Alright, that bag money

Let's do this,

[Kool G.
three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many out in the Hamptons
the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
Five grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the
She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the
I saw the keys, I the G's, we on and took those
Shit was sitting on some momo's
Tinted windows, a LS Ford O
Told the chick, yo you moving to
it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and hit the
the payment, somebody came in
A platoon of with heaters aiming
I the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven laying
But this one cat was gaining, he the dame and
Put the to the chicks brain and
I let my two guns drop, they got the
They took us both to a boat dock, on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen
Nigga was hot, the glock and hit me dead in my knot
started to panic and yelling that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to advantage
So out in the fucking Atlantic
With no and stranded
Backhanded the on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "amor you won't be no more"
Took us on a tour, down in the
Guess he wasn't ready to us yet
Saw nigga there, holding the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a stressed
We up beside a horrible
I saw a box with the on it S.O.S
So I out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm to bless
The madness, put the of them niggas to rest
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one
his ass over board and told him hold your breath
Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her
her in my arms till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent
A real thug lost the only women he
And I bugged, busting slugs at the above