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
some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house slick
It's some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint
Honey was thick, I was the first to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh
I couldn't quit, to peep out the privates
The live shit, you 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 you want to pair with, have an affair with
? me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, up the strip
had to get with her man and shit
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 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 for the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get 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 thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a
for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna those five digit o's, on bimbo's
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, hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath
Panty with see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the suite, shit was sweet
Ja'causezi four feet deep, with satin
As I was speaking to this half freak
Met on a street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, laughing and joking
We smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
Said what the is, the realness
My man is as Bruce 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 verse, chapter one

Shit is in the field
Thug story

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

G. Rap]
The next day about a to eight
I heard a on the staircase
Got the gat from the pillow case
Somebody in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to in, and start smoking
The home invasion, right through the door, he started
was grazing, shit was crazy 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 balcony a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the in agony
Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the
Saw the snowmobile yo it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and
Mad out in the field, busting they steel
The raw deal, or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood
In degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we up behind these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about dropped
The other six to pop, I feel something hot
I I got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my last clip broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, vise grips
I started clapping, niggas up in blowing black and
Spotted this by a log cabin, we got our as in
Mash the gas, make the fucking spin
The safety again, and doing a hundred and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back
Pulled over the get it in
And a rest stop at the river bend
We living, we made it the out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom
Got boo tending my bullet wound
Put on tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon
Up in the moonlit room, and her womb
Hitting full behind her, grinding her my anaconda
She rode the dick a honda
I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her hit'em, I shot jism
Then laid in the sack and lit the ism
I about the realism
Niggas and bring they steel with them
I got the thing to deal with them
Nickel Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed
Push a whole head back, so I snatched that
So quick spread out and the layout
on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out

[G.
Yo what's the mami, you scared or something?

I'm a worried baby

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

OK

[G.
Look, we gonna 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 paca papi, un besito

[G.
Alright, grab 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 shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the
We planning, up in the with big windows, I'm counting 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 on some chrome momo's
Tinted windows, a LS Ford O
the chick, yo you moving to slow
it up baby, we got to go
And get this plane and hit the
the payment, somebody came in
A platoon of with heaters aiming
I the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about thugs laying
But this one cat was gaining, he the dame and
Put the heater to the brain and
I let my two drop, they got the drop
They took us both to a dock, then on a yacht
The chick's man was there a sixteen shot
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me in my knot
Honey started to and yelling that money in spanish
Thinking he's out to take
So we're out in the fucking
With no and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a
Said, "amor you won't be no more"
Took us on a tour, down in the
Guess he wasn't to kill us yet
Saw this there, holding the Tec
Ready to wet, I'm to sweat, a niggas stressed
We up a horrible mess
I saw a box the letters on it S.O.S
So I out a flare 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 him hold your breath
Caught my breath, I honey down on the deck
Eyes with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my was an innocent death
A real thug lost the only he loved
And I bugged, slugs at the stars above