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 again tell you the same
Don't hustle the fame nigga, the game

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

I'm a smuggler
Part bitch, part thug, hustla
You lift my and I'm touchin' ya
No for ya, draw blood from ya

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

And my crack
In the got bud in the back
Who can get more thugga that?
From 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 Boss and Krayzie Bone is runnin' up in your
With an uncountable amount of of mongols
Y'all mad, we the number oners
Rollin' big, Thugline nothin' but runners

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bet they never saw a nigga bring the heat and be so
Freeze everything, nigga move
You can choose to be a 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 my nuts
Real don't lie, hit 'em in the mind
time goddamn we live
Send 'em to the graveyard, who save y'all?
Matter of fact motherfucka, who y'all?

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

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

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

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

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

Bare witness to Mrs.
gun-toters, blunt smokers
Big bank folders and high
to burn 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 and bend a corner

Scatter and like mustard
Jam them up and leave '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 crack and
Like ya down like
'Fore the motherfuckin' piper pay the

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

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

If any more roll 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 prepared for war, hell yeah

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

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

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

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