Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

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

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

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

'Cause a nigga you dreamin' to Boss
And you fiendin' to and who pounds is flown
We're bustin' with the black game
them fiends

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

Y'all always testing
make me pull this Wesson
If money the answer rephrase the question, dawg
Big and Krayzie Bone is runnin' up in your town
With an amount of numbers of mongols
mad, we the real number oners
Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bust at them
Me and Boss steady it off in they asses
see me get glasses
'Cause I be all in your but you walk right 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 some shit
We on some shit
you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 motherfuckas fin' to it?
Thugline put it down it the real it
And I really trippin' off these niggaz
They say they gonna get me yet they me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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