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 some bloodshed, her man is pushing
way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood
Me and my clique met the chick up at Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to out the privates
The live shit, you how loose I get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, to hit
cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes 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, hopped in the whip, headed up the
Probably had to get with her man and
Later on at night, I'm stressing at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat me
to be dealing with mad
And even though was mad appealing
Body revealing and big
This is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I fight it
I for the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get with
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 through
"we could sip on some from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly
We link, in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Franks
ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, to her six double o, she drove
My eyes her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the
Bridge robes, crib hot as a
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath
Panty hoes with see thru holes, toes
Took me into the suite, shit was sweet
Ja'causezi four deep, with satin sheets
As I was speaking to this half freak
Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the
I was getting open, started and joking
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 army of
Me no worry, I got the son
End of the verse, chapter one

Shit is real in the
love story

[G.
So I am
Laid up in lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I even really know
stressing me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed
Straight twisting mami's out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the to sleep
Clothes on, breath smelling like Henrock
Totally no kind of regards for this man
I it's just another one of those G Rap adventures

G. Rap]
The next day about a to eight
I heard a squeek on the
Got the gat from the pillow case
broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he started
was grazing, shit was crazy and
I had to to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the in agony
Shit was thick, get to the six, they loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo it
We jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, they steel
The raw deal, or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a blood spill
In degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
through pine trees, we skid up behind these
Two big and left off shots, about four dropped
The other six started to pop, I feel hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is
Loaded my last clip then out quick and checked the chick
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
the gas, make the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back
Pulled the Jeep 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 tending my bullet
Put on some tunes, she blew my shit a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and her womb
full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda
She the dick like a honda
I took her to the point of no like Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm
My glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism
Then laid in the sack and lit the ism
I about the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel with
I got just the thing to deal them
plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
Push a whole head back, so I snatched that
So spread out and play the layout
on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out

[G.
Yo the matter mami, you scared or something?

I'm a worried baby

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

OK

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

Alright, ven papi, dame un besito

[G.
Alright, that bag money

Let's do this,

[Kool G.
After three days of lamping, we broke camp and
out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot up at random
Five grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm the dough
She packing her clothes, had her in the back of the Rolls
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and those
Shit was sitting on some chrome
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, came in
A platoon of goons with aiming
I drew the Mac 10 and flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I about seven thugs laying
But this one cat was gaining, he the dame and
Put the to the chicks brain and
I let my two guns drop, got the drop
took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The man was there with a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to take
So we're out in the fucking
With no lifesavers and
Backhanded the chick on the floor, her a whore
Said, "amor you be pretty no more"
us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he wasn't to kill us yet
Saw this there, holding the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas
We up a horrible mess
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 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 with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an death
A thug lost the only women he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the above