Luyện nghe bài hát BB da Thug

[Intro: Bone]
To the Lord's visionares,
in the struggle (yeah)
Rest In Peace, my A.K.A. nigga
don't feel me

[Bizzy
See I was in the womb, beatin down my mom's walls
Now in the 90's you can 'em makin a chronic call
Definitely I a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
East double 99 for life, none of y'all fuckin with us
There I was with the Thugs, bustin and pullin out guns
Tryna my way, hey, I pistol-whip on shit
I'm still number one - the click
and fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the Regime get
Buckin wit a 55 chance, off in your city
to dance with these itchy-ass, hands
And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause I'm
this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin
But I don't give a fuck, I'm puffin onions, the and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and the money and that's for my baby son
What a in my life, I think he's a thug
And I was, fuckin with the Thuggsta Lay'
with Flesh workin the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A
Better believe indeed, I got up under my sleeve
to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed
It's vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever, ain't it that I do?
I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I
Remember when my neighbor Linda let a nigga eat a
to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle
In the 'Land on my tryin to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows we'll die, it still maintain through the rough
I be the first to give my life, my - BB da thug