Luyện nghe bài hát Definition Of A Thug Nigga

Nobody's, closin' me out of my
Nobody's, me out of my business
My definition of a thug
(Nobody's, me out of my business)

I played the I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine 'til time to go to prison
As I'm down the block where I come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherfuckers wanna play

I guess I life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til the early mornin' 'cause I'm
Like drinkin' liquor make the money quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, it's to dick her

I ain't in love with her, I wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next get her
the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough
Break a hoe it's time to make some mo'

I keep my finger on the trigger of my
Ridin' down the block lickin' shots at the
And spittin' game through my phone
The type of shit to get hoes to bone
My of a thug nigga

'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Mob-mobbin' like a
'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Mob-mobbin' like a
'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Mob-mobbin' a motherfucker
'Tis the to be servin'

Well, I roll a crew of zoo niggaz
They're quick to pull a nine when it's do niggaz
through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that nigga

I'm drivin' on the freeway, so take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to me
Everybody's lookin' for a nut but I'm for the big bucks
Give a rather die than be stuck

In a one-room and kickin' back
Daydreamin' the nine in my lap
So how's from the mind of a thug nigga?
a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger

Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll hisself
swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, to the motherfuckin' trigger
Before I go broke be a drug dealer, a thug nigga

'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Mob-mobbin' like a
'Tis the to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Mob-mobbin' like a
'Tis the season to be

Short than a motherfucker up by one-time
a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the city
I keep my on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty

don't like me 'cause I'm makin' ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a 'cause I'm all in
And any tryin' to take what I got'll
Half the deal the sixteen-shot glock

So we go, I can't be faded
Happy in the motherfucker, finally it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the
And I ain't takin' from no niggaz

I'm just to make some money right
Put some motherfuckin' food in my right
I'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to, to ball
a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug

'Tis the to be servin'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker single day
(My of a thug nigga)
'Tis the season to be
like a motherfucker every single day
(My definition of a nigga)

the season to be servin'
Mobbin' a motherfucker every single day
(My of a thug nigga)
'Tis the to be servin'

Nobody's, closin' me out of my
Nobody's, closin' me out of my
Nobody's, me out of my business
Nobody's, me out of my business