Luyện nghe bài hát Cleveland Thug Boyz

[Intro - Layzie &
One shot, niggaz call the cops, cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here
One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggaz get round here
Two shots, oh...
And we gon ride, and we gon ride...
[Both] Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline!
And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and...
We gon ride!

[Layzie
We gon ride, 'til the wheels fall off
It's that Bone Thug nigga with still-ass balls
We let 'em hang and the fly
I'm talkin about scrapin the streets and movin so fast we turnin the dark light!
Ya niggaz really don't want no from the automatics
You niggaz got enough money, sonny, I ain't even braggin
I'm in the toll taggin, plenty paper
And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll pull a 'caper
These is haters and they smilin in my face
Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy
I hear the whispers say I talk a game
But I it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim
Seem strange, them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut
Like other summer, just to fuck a nigga up
We got them (Thugs) on the (Line), got (Thugs) screamin (Mo!)
It's 2006, Krayzie let niggaz know, c'mon!

Bone]
Now wait a minute, who said we out of business?
Tell that nigga to quit the goddamn games, we lit em
Hit 'em up, what! It ain't no duckin we get to buckin
We shoot from the to the roof, or the thugs does it!
That criminal hardcore shit, the girls love it!
And it really don't if you cuss or bust, fuck it!
Every nigga can feel it they recognizin the realest
But nigga, try me, you really be jeopardizin livin here!
But make me to get my dier and have to boo-ya!
Some of the niggaz gon have to get down, cause do y'all
If you don't want the beef, nigga talk that shit!
Dog, the nine gon bite after the ball, naw!
and Rita, ain't got nothin at all
On the and damages that we gon put on y'all, for sure!
Run on up if ya want, we ready!
Indeed I keep the sweeper believe we heated heavy, like that!

[Hook - (Repeat 2x)]
No way, no how, can't none of y'all see Cleveland Thug Boys!
No way, no how, ain't of y'all fuckin with them Bone Boys!

C]
I was forced to make butter the gutter, cream off the scene
Find the 8th of the world in the streets
Band on bricks 'till my fist was
Turn, hella corners in the '74
Buddy, you don't wanna come this
Black fist, born to history
Born from the
Grindin for a meal, for a deal
in old, torn clothes
Keep it real bitch, I ain't start off
And I'm still mud-foot in, nigga ain't changed
One word too many, get your rearranged
One too many, shells go click-click
Clack-clack, clang-clang, bang-bang-BANG!
Your shit's split down to the white meat
Fuckin these Cleveland Gs, yeah, it's likely
You ain't gotta me, just don't try me
Get up, death becomes untimely
While time winding, niggaz keep grinding
paper, so outrageous, they just stand by, staring in amazement
You wanna be the one found under the basement
Gotta run your DNA just to find what your is
Here's another of them Cleveland niggaz!
Mo Thug, Thug, get live niggaz!

[Hook - (Repeat 2x)]
No way, no how, can't none of y'all see them Cleveland Boys!
No way, no how, ain't none of y'all fuckin with Bone Boys!

[Outro - Layzie &
[Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops, cause some pussy ass niggaz round here
One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make pussy niggaz get from round here
Two shots, oh...
And we gon ride, and we gon ride...
[Both] Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline!
And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and...
We gon ride!