Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boss, a double cross
A nigga Krray they good as dead
From the B-O-double, double time
And these tricks up to bread

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

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

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

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

I heard a silent motherfucka creepin' up from ya
Bet ya didn't think 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 nigga the heat and be so cool
everything, nigga don't move
You can choose to be a fool and try to get
But never make it out the when the pump go, boom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bare to Mrs. Gangsta
We're gun-toters, blunt
Big bank and high rollers
to burn off into toaster
For fun this bitch judges pose as gorilla

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

Scatter and spread like
Jam them buzzards up and 'em smothered
friends gats find ya like bookie
And they down with me 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 really trippin' off these niggaz
They say they gonna get me yet miss me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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