Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

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

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

I'm a drug
Part bitch, part thug, hustla
You my crib and I'm touchin' ya
No love for ya, draw blood ya

'Cause a nigga like you dreamin' to
And you to floss and who pounds is flown
We're bustin' motherfuckas the black game
them fiends

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

Y'all always testing
Gonna make me this Wesson
If money ain't the answer rephrase the question,
Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is up in your town
an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols
Y'all mad, we the real number
Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but

Trouble Boss, a double
A nigga named Krray they as dead
From the B-O-double, doin' double
And tricks comin' up to bread

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

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

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

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

I heard a silent motherfucka creepin' up behind ya
Bet ya think that I'd find ya, huh?
With a or pump your shit'll be fucked
And I ain't even the goddamn trunk

I bet they never saw a bring the heat and be so cool
Freeze everything, nigga don't
You can to be a fool and try to get away
But never make it out the room when the pump go,

Fuckin 'em up, scream "Fuck the world" I cuff my nuts
Real niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the
time goddamn we live
Send 'em to the graveyard, who save y'all?
Matter of motherfucka, who paid y'all?

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

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

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

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

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

We on thugga shit
We on some other
That you fuckin' with
The thuggin' stop

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

witness to Mrs. Gangsta
We're gun-toters, smokers
Big folders and high rollers
Quick to burn off into
For fun this bitch judges wanna pose as

Pimps, killers and roll
You slip and we thought that we told ya
Know what Thug Luv to bone ya
They can run your and bend a corner

Scatter and spread mustard
Jam them buzzards up and leave 'em
friends gats find ya like bookie
And they down me like fo' flat

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

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

'Cause I've been niggaz thuggin'
Waitin' for you to come bring it to me
Fuck waitin' mingle with it
The nine millimeter and plenty haters

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

Hit him with the pump make sure he
He bled blood, we
Ask me if a nigga prepared for war, yeah

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

And you touch the clique
You know you this shit
Take it to what we
The thuggin' stop

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

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