Luyện nghe bài hát Da Introduction

Welcome to the dark
It's the Thuggish Ruggish

Gotta give it on up to the glock
Pop pop, better drop when them blow
The in me never no ho,
So no creepin' up outta the

So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo run up, nut up
And flipped in, than slipped the in
the bloody victims
Ever if ya test nuts, to the and

Buck buck blow
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Right at your motherfucking ass
Comes those true thugs

Straight out the glock
Puttin' it for the motherfuckin' land
no shorts no losses
Puttin' it on you jealous made playa hating-ass niggas

You betta tell 'em what's real
ova the shit in the 9-5
I to you the one and only
Thugs-N-Harmony

Nigga St. Claire

Execution double nine
Steadily them bodies undaground

It'll be all that llelo bank roll
Betta make that money man, wrong
Put it on the low betta them hoes
Gotta get demons off me

Creepin' up softly seepin' up my soul
And sleepin' ain't to go now
I'm wll rollin' off those
And betta the do'

Bet I won't be slippin'
ah them thugs I bails wid
Put ah ah twelve gage shells
be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11

12-gage and the AK-47
Let the kill 'em now
Put 'em off in the grave
When the slugs start up in ya

I roll wid realer niggas
Pop pop to the sound and to ground
Lit 'em up to ya

St. Claire thugs we love
When they pumpin' them now what
See duck from the scum
When I dug them enemies in the muddy drug

Don't run wid them choose snooze you
And left in the alley fa up
What's up wid shoes ooh they knew
So we runnin' my dog's truck

Bust ah left at the block and ya know
All ah the they follow
Cuff ah guy and see him layin' the store
But remember my motto

No surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the
Hit the side and I swing to the right
Running through the hit '95
Peel, bending for we make it and chill

Gotta make ah mil but ah kick off for real
drop that bill or I pop my steel
Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my
And so listen you stay trippin' it's okay

When we and lickin' them pockets
So droppa dolla man glocka holla bang
Thuggin' wid ah thug smoking blunts
Nigga stiff on no weed smoke it off
'Cause nigga you know when the pockets get
run and get ah sack and come choke wid ch'all

Now you fuckin' wid these killas
Creepin' up outta the land and ready to ride
Gettin' high of
My niggs in the land got glocks fa on the 9-9

Betta 'em all dog
Bed make as they fall wid the 12-gage you on niggas
So what now, come get buck pow
And not only that get shut ta down

And I'm talkin' bout niggas wanna contend wid the thugstas
Some done fucked up
Neva no hataz in the clik touch loud and we neva no bustaz
Neva ah nigga sleep

Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland
collectin' me mail
And I you in hell if all else fails oh well

Execution nine style
Steadily sendin' body underground
Execution double style
Steadily that body underground

Execution nine style
Steadily that body underground
double nine style
Steadily sendin' body underground

Execution double style
Steadily sendin' that body
Execution double style
sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine
Steadily sendin' that underground