Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

Big ballin' bitch like Boss come thru like it no thang
Paper chase, hustlin' nothin'
Ask me again I'll you the same
hustle the fame nigga, muscle the game

Put it down in the for mine
24/7, stayin' on the
For days and days I at the cops
grenades to get at the block

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

'Cause a nigga like you to Boss
And you fiendin' to floss and who is flown
bustin' motherfuckas with the black game
Holdin' fiends

And my crack
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 niggaz testing
Gonna make me this Wesson
If money ain't the rephrase the question, dawg
Big Boss and Krayzie is runnin' up in your town
an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols
Y'all mad, we the number oners
Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but

Boss, a double cross
A nigga named Krray they good as
From the B-O-double, doin' double
And these tricks comin' up to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin 'em up, scream "Fuck the world" while I my nuts
niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind
Every time goddamn we
Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna y'all?
Matter of fact motherfucka, who y'all?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pimps, killers and soldiers
You slip and we thought that we told ya
Know what Luv nigga to bone ya
They can run your shit and bend a

and spread like mustard
Jam them buzzards up and 'em smothered
Quick friends gats find ya like
And they down with me like fo'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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