Luyện nghe bài hát Glorious Thugs

[Verse 1: Meechy
and dangerous, wanna kill Meech, better aim it up
Most of these rap hating us
Feel like I got six people living my cranium
me, I see dead people, I'm talking them Benjamins
Six angels just enough
I need a bad bitch, about a million
me I been a monster, man, that boss, man
My sonograms full of solid and I'm a go find that real shit
No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit with extra
Bu-buck shot and they gon' bounce
Some ducked down, niggas ran
Came in this GAME talking shit, tab, hashy bricks
Codeine-sip, weed in my lungs, flip, I got the right plug
All these drugs, I got to one
All beef, I got the right punch
situation is the right one?
What you do, die or run?

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

3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, emcee
Been contemplating architecture
Been all semester, ignored the message
Leave shorty wet, my stain on
All of my niggas are shooters, ain't
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 distinguish is on ground?
Smoking dope and my arm in Rick Ow'
that shit like I'm holding a "no"
A talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches
On a certain substance, balling on a
you a minimum when you exhibit a criminal mimic
And miracles, get demerited
They made the privilege
The live is the image of
is wild on this side
Don't be surprised when I silence the with six shooters
As as you fetch your money machine, motherfucker