Luyện nghe bài hát Glorious Thugs

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

[Verse 2: Juice]
7 a.m., walk in the 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 stress
Got a 9 milli weapon for to kill niggas off, no question
Nah, is announcing the brown skin
Man, this no bullshit, they of us
And took a right to not give a fuck
Someone up 'til my trigger bust
And they been down for us, just how a nigga
Shout-out to my niggas on my niggas on the with the raw
Trying to make a little living 'bout what a can't afford
Who put them in the hood, anyway?
Who told these we ain't shit everyday?
They start the trend and we in
'Fore the copper chopper trying to me
These bars ain't ready, gotta 'em in
My pack funky, parliament
Put Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is
Tipping my verses, my bitches get
We vicious, we serpents, we ripping Earth shit

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, emcee
Been this 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 live in the
Where niggas in for pushing her down
Shooting to kill, 'em down
Who can distinguish what is on
this dope and my arm in Rick Ow'
Carry shit like I'm holding a "no"
A talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches
On a substance, balling on a budget
you a minimum when you exhibit a criminal mimic
And miracles, get demerited
They the liberty's privilege
The live is the image of
is wild on this side
Don't be surprised when I silence the scene with six
As as you fetch your money machine, motherfucker