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

[Kool G
I know this chick, yo is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is bricks
way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's like shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with split
I quit, trying to peep out the privates
The shit, you know how loose I get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby chick
The you want to pair with, have an affair with
? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at sight
ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me
to be with 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 cordless to call
I insist to get with
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 some champagne from 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
More than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a ? Hot shots
Would wanna those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the
Bridge robes, crib hot as a
She changed out of her clothes, put on a bath robe
Panty hoes see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was
Ja'causezi four deep, with satin sheets
As I was speaking to this black/latin freak
Met on a Manhatten street, petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, started laughing and
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's and
what the deal is, the realness
My man is as Bruce Willis
If he catches us, try to kill us
He got a army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the son
End of the verse, chapter one

Shit is real in the
Thug story

[G.
So I am
up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I don't even really
stressing me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I her ass to the bed anyway
Straight mami's back out
Hit o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath 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 under the pillow case
Somebody broke in, now me and boo awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start
The home invasion, through 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 balcony a falcon Gee
With right 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 jumped it, get on top of the 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 make a thugs blood
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these
Slipping through trees, we skid up behind these
Two big rocks and off shots, about four dropped
The other six to pop, I feel something hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is
my last 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
this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel
The safety again, and still doing a and ten
Shorty shivering, quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
over the Jeep get it in
And took a rest at the river 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 wound
Put on some tunes, she my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her
Hitting full behind her, her with my anaconda
She the dick like a honda
I took her to the of no return like Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her hit'em, I shot jism
Then back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought the realism
coming and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal 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 mami, you scared or something?

I'm a little worried

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

OK

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

Alright, ven papi, dame un besito

[G.
Alright, that bag money

Let's do this,

G. Rap]
After three whole days of lamping, we camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the
Brung the clamp, ready to shit up at random
Five hundred grand is in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o big windows, I'm counting 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 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 heaters aiming
I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, did the same and
Slugs and blood raining, I left 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, they got the
They took us to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a sixteen
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my
Honey started to panic and yelling that money in
Thinking out to take advantage
So out in the fucking Atlantic
With no lifesavers and
Backhanded the on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "amor you won't be no more"
Took us on a tour, in the deck
Guess he wasn't ready to us yet
Saw nigga there, holding the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas
We up beside a horrible
I saw a box with the on it S.O.S
So I took out a 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
Looked around, the chick's man was the one left
Threw his ass over board and told him hold your
Caught my breath, I seen honey on the deck
Eyes closed a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent
A real thug lost the only he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the above