Luyện nghe bài hát Kool G Rap - Thug Chronicles (Unreleased Version)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Queens shit, we the thug shit for real nigga
You know how we do, y'all how a nigga bring it
direct at you kid

(Kool G Rap 1)
a Don from out of Sicily
Under the arm is the pistol be
Top of forehead the kissl will be
Plant it so soft and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture before the torture misery
Days before I feel pity to give a guy
Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all
die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up a high-rise in Italy
No hittin' forces only natural crosses liver me
Gray hairs from the great years the fears never me
Reminiscing how we car bombed
And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to
Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and (forever)
cars are driven Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks thrown in car
inside the bar stunk . . .
Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' some drunk
When I'ma stone face will make your heart pump
with cables that make your car jump
The yard punks, the sin with the life sentence for sellin junk
The family, the whole
Has been around since the days prohibition
was good then, no slow addition
Some overdose down the coke and dope addiction
Lookin' back on them days I ran a whole
Some of the jake in the State was tryna throw the
They caught a chick and brought her to hell with no
these tracks . . .
Our and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac
First version observing the stocks and bonds we
Thug these are the days of Don G Rap

(Havoc)
Wit' murder on his mind take it in
We takin' that aim at niggaz throwin' in the game

(Havoc Hook)
Yo, How it when we coming at you
These gats at you
Personally don't a fuck where you at
And an unfamiliar face you know we who that
On nigga it ain't goin down like that

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under handily
a mil for the family will
Mansion and hot wheels in
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam he squeel
Break the code of silence just me the steel
For every wrong a man will be killed
There's plans to . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for
then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the ill
With two mami's me thrills
Vivica Fox vanity grills
Rubberbanding these
duck the fame of the glamor
Tryna from out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my frame in a
Avoid and front pages
Bumps get off and bumped for favors
Collect papers with pumps and gauges
Royal when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searching the city for neighbors
Pinky ring a chunk of glacier
a spot with a bunch of acres
Some got their bodies slumped from capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a full of house maids, butlers and waiters
My from the minor league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall the Mayor
Any man against the national get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Word, Y'all know what it's
Strictly about the big things, know what I'm
Big money, big cribs, know what I'm
Bitches with big asses, up
Big chains and shit, know I'm sayin'
big kid think big, know what I mean
Big Guns and all that, niggaz is big time dick suckers tho'
don't know