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 looking slick
It's like shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh
I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the
The shit, you know how loose I get
I'm scheming on her back, her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink her baby hair chick
The type you want to with, have an affair with
? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone
Said she had to split, in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and
on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the of cat like me
to be dealing mad feelings
And though mami was mad appealing
revealing and big wheeling
This shit is illin, I like it
Fuck it, I fight it
I reaching for the 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 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 mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a
Went for a ? Hot shots
Would spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed her dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the
robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky robe
Panty hoes with see holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was
Ja'causezi four feet deep, with satin
As I was speaking to half black/latin freak
Met on a street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, started laughing and
We weed smoking, stroking, the spoke and
Said the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Willis
If he catches us, try to kill us
He got a whole of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the son
End of the first verse, one

Shit is in the field
love story

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

[Kool G.
The next day a quarter to eight
I a squeek on the staircase
Got the gat from the pillow case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully
Good I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a to poke in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he blazing
Bullets was grazing, was crazy and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then
Heard a crash, broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a 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 yo fuck it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they
The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four
The six started to pop, I feel something hot
I I got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in black and
Spotted Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the wheel spin
The safety again, and still doing a and ten
shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the get it in
And took a rest stop at the bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs
Pretty soon we at my piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo my bullet wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and her womb
Hitting full her, grinding her with my anaconda
She rode the dick a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette
She back spasmed, giving the orgasm, from steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot
Then laid back in the and lit the ism
I thought the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel them
I got just the to deal with them
plate Mac, the laser 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 mami, you scared or something?

I'm a little worried

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

OK

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

Alright, ven papi, dame un besito

[G.
Alright, grab that bag

Let's do this,

G. Rap]
After three whole of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at
Five hundred grand is in the sand
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 the G's, we on and took those
was sitting on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a LS Ford O
Told the chick, yo you moving to
it up baby, we got to go
And get plane and hit the Caymans
the payment, somebody came in
A platoon of with heaters aiming
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 brain and
I let my two guns drop, got the drop
They took us both to a boat dock, on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a shot
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my
Honey started to panic and that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to advantage
So we're out in the Atlantic
no lifesavers and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a
Said, "amor you be pretty 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 stressed
We up beside a horrible
I saw a box with the on it S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one
Threw his ass over board and told him hold your
Caught my breath, I seen down on the deck
closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an death
A real thug the only women he loved
And I bugged, busting at the stars above