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
way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with split
I quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you how loose I get
I'm on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you 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, headed up the
had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first
Some ain't right, I ain't the of cat like me
to be dealing mad feelings
And even though was mad appealing
Body and big wheeling
This shit is illin, I like it
it, I can't 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 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 drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Franks
More than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot
Would wanna spend five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six o, she drove
My closed 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 robe
hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, was sweet
Ja'causezi feet 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 open, started laughing and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the spoke and
Said what the deal is, the
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
Thug story

[G.
So I am
Laid up in this 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 her ass to the bed anyway
twisting mami's back out
Hit o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
still on, breath smelling like Henrock
Totally no kind of for this bitch's man
I guess 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 from the pillow case
Somebody in, now me and boo fully awoken
thing I slept 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 blazing
Bullets was grazing, shit was and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, dash
a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the
Saw the yo fuck it
We jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting 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 these
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind
Two big rocks and left off shots, about dropped
The other six started to pop, I something hot
I think I got hit, my jacket is
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and the chick
She on my back than 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 doing a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back
over the Jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the bend
We living, we it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty soon we at my piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo tending my bullet
Put on some tunes, she my shit like a balloon
Up in the room, and dicking her womb
Hitting full behind her, her with my anaconda
She the dick like a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot
Then laid back in the and lit the ism
I about the realism
Niggas coming and bring they steel them
I got just the thing to with them
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips
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 the matter mami, you scared or something?

I'm a little worried

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

OK

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

Alright, ven papi, dame un besito

[G.
Alright, grab that bag

Let's do this,

G. Rap]
After three days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot up at random
Five hundred is buried 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
Shit was sitting on some momo's
Tinted windows, a LS double O
the chick, yo you moving to slow
it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and hit the
With the payment, somebody in
A platoon of goons heaters aiming
I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, 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 drop, they got the drop
They us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there with a shot
Nigga was hot, took the and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yelling that money in
Thinking he's out to take
So we're out in the Atlantic
With no lifesavers and
the chick on the floor, called her a whore
Said, "amor you be pretty no more"
Took us on a tour, in the deck
he wasn't ready to kill us yet
Saw this there, holding the Tec
to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed
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
the Tec from 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 breath
Caught my breath, I seen down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her
her in my arms till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my was an innocent death
A real thug lost the only he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars