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

[Kool G
I know chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing
Crib way out in the sticks, house looking slick
It's like some straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to
Yo mami was thick, silk with thigh split
I quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you how loose 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 affair
? me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, up the strip
Probably had to get her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressing at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the of cat like me
to be with mad feelings
And even though was mad appealing
Body and big wheeling
This is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't it
I reaching for the to call Miss
I to get with this
Tan Tone 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 sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle drink
To mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on
Bar closed, to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, 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
Panty hoes with see holes, pretty toes
Took me the master suite, shit was sweet
Ja'causezi feet deep, with satin sheets
As I was speaking to half black/latin freak
Met on a street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was open, started laughing and joking
We smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
what the deal is, the realness
My man is as Bruce Willis
If he catches us, he'll try to us
He got a whole army of
Me no worry, I got the son
End of the first verse, one

Shit is real in the
Thug story

[G.
So I am
Laid up in this house, up in the Poconos
With this I don't 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 back out
Hit three o'clock, fell right the to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smelling like
Totally no of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of G Rap adventures

G. Rap]
The next day about a quarter to
I heard a squeek on the
Got the gat under the pillow case
Somebody in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start
The home invasion, right through the door, he blazing
was grazing, shit was crazy and
I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then
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, 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 jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled
Mad out in the field, busting they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to a thugs blood spill
In degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
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 I got hit, my jacket is ripped
my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in black and
Spotted this by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the seat
Pulled the Jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the river
We living, we made it the out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty soon we at my piece, up in the bedroom
Got shorty boo tending my wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my like a balloon
Up in the room, and dicking her womb
Hitting full behind her, her with my anaconda
She rode the dick like a
I took her to the of no return like Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the orgasm, from steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot
Then back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about the
Niggas and bring they steel with them
I got just the thing to deal 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 what's the matter mami, you or something?

I'm a little baby

[G.
Yo, don't be 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 get out of there, alright?

Alright, ven paca papi, un besito

[G.
Alright, grab bag money

Let's do this,

[Kool G.
After three whole days of lamping, we camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the
Brung the clamp, to shoot shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the
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 grabbed the G's, we on and took
Shit was sitting on some momo's
windows, a LS Ford double O
Told the chick, yo you moving to
it up baby, we got to go
And get plane and hit the Caymans
With the payment, somebody 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 about seven thugs
But this one cat was gaining, he grab the and
Put the heater to the chicks and
I let my two guns drop, got the drop
took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there a sixteen shot
was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yelling that money in
he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fucking
With no lifesavers and
the chick 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 ready to kill us yet
Saw nigga there, holding the Tec
to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed
We up beside a mess
I saw a box the letters on it S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm to bless
The madness, put the rest of 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 down on the deck
Eyes with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her soul finally
I'm mad depressed, my was an innocent death
A thug lost the only women he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars