Luyện nghe bài hát Glorious Thugs

[Verse 1: Darko]
Armed and dangerous, kill Meech, better aim it up
of these rap niggas hating us
Feel like I got six living inside my cranium
Help me, I see dead people, I'm talking them
Six angels ain't enough
I a bad bitch, about a million bucks
Telling me I a monster, man, that boss, man
My sonograms full of granite and I'm a go find that real shit
No hologram you talk slick, you get hit with extra gram
Bu-buck shot and they gon' bounce
Some ducked down, some ran
in this GAME talking shit, acid tab, hashy bricks
Codeine-sip, weed in my lungs, easy flip, I got the plug
All these drugs, I got to one
All this beef, I got the punch
What is the right one?
What you gon' do, die or

2: Zombie Juice]
7 a.m., in the money bar
They got fiend and green, that
Waiting for pack, got to fit the whole team
Find four on my back, gotta it best, man
Little here, bit of stress here
Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to kill niggas off, no
Nah, is announcing the brown skin
Man, this no bullshit, scared of us
And they took a to not give a fuck
loaded up 'til my trigger bust
And been down for us, just how a nigga bust
Shout-out to my niggas on my niggas on the with the raw
to make a little living 'bout what a nigga can't afford
Who put them drugs in the hood,
Who told these niggas we shit everyday?
They start the and we followed in
the copper chopper trying to hollow me
These bars ain't ready, call 'em in
My funky, that parliament
Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my is
Tipping my verses, my get serviced
We vicious, we serpents, we this Earth shit

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
Uh, is how I operate, no MD, just emcee
contemplating this architecture
Been all semester, they ignored the
Leave wet, my stain on Balmain
All of my niggas are shooters, they
Full of description, your fists they missing
And mission: is an original, man
My ism is torture, we in the system
Where niggas in for pushing her down
Shooting to kill, 'em down
Who can what is on ground?
this dope and my arm in Rick Ow'
Carry that shit like I'm a "no"
A nigga talking reckless, same, we smoking
On a certain substance, on a budget
Give you a minimum you exhibit a criminal mimic
And miracles, they get
They the liberty's privilege
The live is the of indigo
Niggas is on this side
Don't be surprised when I the scene with six shooters
As as you fetch your money machine, motherfucker