Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

Big ballin' like Boss come thru like it ain't no thang
Paper chase, nothin' changed
Ask me again I'll tell you the
Don't hustle the nigga, muscle 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 drug
Part bitch, part thug, part
You lift my crib and I'm ya
No love for ya, blood from ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You dealin' with some motherfuckin' real
niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna kill me
Still runnin' with the 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 right us
But let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang them thangs
Fuckin' wit thugs, the thugs, the thugs, nigga the thugs, what?

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

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

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

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, blunt
Big bank and high rollers
Quick to burn off into
For fun this bitch judges wanna pose as

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

Scatter and like mustard
Jam them buzzards up and leave 'em
Quick friends gats find ya bookie
And down with 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 down like
the motherfuckin' piper pay the bitch

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

'Cause I've been niggaz thuggin'
for you motherfuckas to come bring it to me
Fuck I'ma 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 duck you gonna die
you, die, buck you, die
Reload, unload one more

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
you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't

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

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

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