Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

Big ballin' bitch like Boss come thru it ain't no thang
Paper chase, nothin' changed
Ask me I'll tell you the same
Don't hustle the fame nigga, the game

Put it in the street for mine
24/7, on the grind
For days and days I at the cops
Enough grenades to get at the

I'm a drug
Part bitch, part thug, part
You lift my and I'm touchin' ya
No love for ya, blood from ya

'Cause a nigga like you dreamin' to
And you fiendin' to and who pounds is flown
We're bustin' motherfuckas with the black
Holdin' them

And lovin' my
In the front got bud in the
Who can get more thugga that?
From and jacks
Put the up, bitch, I'm bustin' the gat

Y'all niggaz always
Gonna me pull this Wesson
If money ain't the answer the question, dawg
Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is runnin' up in your
With an uncountable of numbers of mongols
Y'all mad, we the real oners
Rollin' big, Thugline nothin' but runners

Trouble Boss, a double
A nigga named they good as dead
the B-O-double, doin' double time
And these tricks comin' up to

We on some thugga
We on some shit
That you ain't fuckin'
The don't stop

And you touch the clique
You you love this shit
it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't

We on some shit
We on some other
you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' stop

And you can't touch the
You know you love this
Take it to what we
The thuggin' don't

I heard a motherfucka creepin' up from behind ya
Bet ya didn't that I'd find ya, huh?
a nine or pump your shit'll be fucked
And I even popped the goddamn trunk

I bet they never saw a bring the heat and be so cool
Freeze everything, nigga move
You can to be a fool and try to get away
But never make it out the when the pump go, boom

Fuckin 'em up, scream "Fuck the world" while I cuff my
Real niggaz lie, hit 'em in the mind
Every goddamn we live
'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all?
Matter of motherfucka, who paid y'all?

You runnin' up on them niggaz, you gonna bust back?
Take no more shorts that
Pistol control, we streets so they all know
If run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocket
For the glock, glock 'em all on the floor

You dealin' with some motherfuckin' real
Thrill niggaz, kill niggaz if they wanna kill me
Still with the AK-47 ain't shit changed
Still got the same

Bust at them
Me and steady breakin' it off in they asses
Wanna see me get
'Cause I be all in your face but you walk past us
But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang thangs
wit them thugs, the thugs, the thugs, nigga the thugs, what?

We on thugga shit
We on some shit
you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't

And you can't touch the
You you love this shit
Take it to what we
The thuggin' don't

We on some thugga
We on other shit
That you ain't fuckin'
The thuggin' don't

And you can't touch the
You know you love shit
Take it to we spit
The don't stop

Bare to Mrs. Gangsta
We're gun-toters, smokers
Big bank folders and high
Quick to burn off toaster
For fun this bitch judges wanna as gorilla

Pimps, killers and roll
You don't and we thought that we told ya
Know what Thug Luv nigga to ya
They can run your shit and bend a

Scatter and spread mustard
Jam them up and leave 'em smothered
Quick friends find ya like bookie
And they with me like fo' flat

Y'all niggaz got nuts, our got nuts
So we can go nut for nut, see who to crack and split
Like ya down like
'Fore the motherfuckin' pay the bitch

You fin' to feel it?
Thugline put it down it the real it
And I ain't trippin' off these niggaz
They say they gonna get me yet they me

'Cause I've been niggaz thuggin'
Waitin' for you motherfuckas to come it to me
Fuck waitin' I'ma with it
The nine and plenty more haters

If any more roll up put the cut I'm fuckin 'em up
When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you die
you, die, buck you, die
Reload, unload one more

Hit him with the pump sure he dead
He blood, we bail
Ask me if a nigga for war, hell yeah

We on thugga shit
We on other shit
That you ain't with
The thuggin' stop

And you touch the clique
You know you love this
Take it to what we
The thuggin' don't

We on some thugga
We on some other
That you ain't with
The thuggin' don't

And you touch the clique
You know you this shit
it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't