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 shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the nigga to kick
Yo was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to out the privates
The shit, you know how loose I get
I'm scheming on her back, her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her hair chick
The type you to pair with, have an affair with
? me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, in the whip, headed 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 of cat like me
to be dealing with mad
And though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big
This shit is illin, I like it
Fuck it, I fight it
I for the cordless 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 some champagne Spain boo"
an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, in the six circle circle drink
To mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a
for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend those five o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her at the Poconos
Bridge robes, hot as a stove
She out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was
Ja'causezi four feet deep, satin sheets
As I was to this half 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 the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce
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 real in the
Thug story

[G.
So I am
up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With chick 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, right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath like Henrock
no kind of regards for this bitch's man
I guess it's just another one of those G Rap

[Kool G.
The day about a quarter to eight
I heard a squeek on the
Got the gat from under the case
Somebody in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The invasion, right through the door, he started blazing
Bullets was grazing, was crazy and
I had to to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash
Heard a crash, broke through the door, they on her ass
off the balcony like 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 the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo it
We start 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, trying to make a thugs blood
In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we up behind these
Two big and left off shots, about four dropped
The six started to pop, I feel something hot
I think I got hit, my is ripped
Loaded my last clip broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter shit, like vise grips
I clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black 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
over the Jeep get it in
And took a rest at the river bend
We living, we made it the out, mad slugs delivering
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the
Got boo tending my bullet wound
Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a
Up in the moonlit room, and her womb
Hitting full her, grinding her with my anaconda
She rode the dick a honda
I took her to the point of no return Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, steady rhythm
My dick glistened, her hit'em, I shot jism
laid back in the sack and lit the ism
I thought about the
coming and bring they steel with them
I got the thing to deal with them
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips
Push a niggas whole 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 what's the matter mami, you scared or

I'm a little baby

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

OK

[G.
Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the
You know, we gonna get 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.
three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the
Brung the clamp, to shoot shit up at random
hundred 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 Lexus in the back of the
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and those
Shit was sitting on some momo's
Tinted windows, a LS 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 of goons with heaters aiming
I the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and
Slugs and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying
But one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
Put the to the chicks brain and
I let my two guns drop, got the drop
They took us to a boat dock, then on a yacht
The man was there with a sixteen shot
was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and yelling money in spanish
Thinking out to take advantage
So we're out in the Atlantic
With no and stranded
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 wasn't ready to us yet
Saw this 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 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 only one
Threw his ass over and told him hold your 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 the only women he loved
And I bugged, slugs at the stars above