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 bricks
way out in the sticks, they house looking slick
It's like shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to
Yo mami was thick, skirt with thigh 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, tits, Chink eyes 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, headed up the
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 with mad
And though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big
shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't it
I reaching for the to call Miss
I insist to get 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 nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you through
"we could sip on champagne from Spain boo"
About an or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag of Benjamin Franks
ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot
wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I
Saw mad snow, we at her at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath
Panty hoes with see holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was
Ja'causezi four feet deep, satin sheets
As I was speaking to this black/latin freak
Met on a street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open, started laughing and
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's and
Said what the deal is, the
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 in the field
Thug story

[G.
So I am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the
With this chick I don't even know
Steady me how ill her man is
So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed
Straight twisting mami's out
Hit o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep
Clothes still on, breath smelling like
no kind of regards 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 heard a on the staircase
Got the gat from under the pillow
broke in, now me and boo fully awoken
Good I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and smoking
The home invasion, right the door, he started blazing
was grazing, shit 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
Jumped off the balcony like a Gee
With honey right in back of me, on top of the snow in agony
Shit was thick, get to the six, they loaded the fifth
Saw the snowmobile yo it
We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they
The raw deal, or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to a thugs blood spill
In zero degrees, on skis, me and these Gees
Slipping through pine trees, we skid up these
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four
The six started to pop, I feel something hot
I I got hit, my jacket is ripped
Loaded my last clip then broke out 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, the fucking wheel spin
The safety again, and still doing a and ten
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the seat
Pulled over the get it in
And took a rest at the river bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad 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, grinding her with my
She rode the like a honda
I took her to the point of no return Bridgette Fonda
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady
My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I jism
Then laid 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 with
Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, two clips packed
a niggas whole head 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 the matter mami, you scared or something?

I'm a worried baby

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

OK

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

Alright, ven papi, dame un besito

[G.
Alright, grab bag money

Let's do this,

G. Rap]
After three whole days of lamping, we broke and
out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at
hundred grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the
She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the
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 this plane and hit the
With the payment, came in
A platoon of goons with heaters
I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the and
Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about thugs laying
But one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and
Put the heater to the chicks 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 and hit me dead in my knot
Honey started to panic and that money in spanish
he's out to take advantage
So we're out in the fucking
no lifesavers and stranded
Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a
Said, "amor you be pretty no more"
us on a tour, down in the deck
Guess he ready 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 with the on it S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to
Looked around, the man was the only one left
Threw his ass over board and told him hold breath
my breath, I seen honey down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet dead in her breast
Held her in my till her soul finally left
I'm mad depressed, my was an innocent death
A real thug lost the women he loved
And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars