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, know how a nigga bring it
direct at you kid

(Kool G Rap 1)
Like a Don from out of
the arm is where the pistol be
Top of forehead the kissl will be
Plant it ever so and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture before the torture apply
Days I feel pity to give a guy liberty
Seat of his pants shitty and all glittery
die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up a high-rise in Italy
No hittin' only natural crosses could liver me
Gray hairs from the great years the fears shiver me
how we car bombed ignitions
And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to
Men up dead or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)
Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon
cut up in large chunks thrown in car trunks
Music the bar stunk . . .
Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' Cons drunk
When I'ma stone face goons will make your heart
Electrocution with that make your car jump
The punks, the sin with the life sentence for sellin hard junk
The family, the commission
Has been since the days before prohibition
Mathematics was good then, no addition
Some down the coke slope and dope addiction
Lookin' back on them days I ran a whole
Some of the in the State was tryna throw the mission
They caught a chick and brought her to hell with no
Beyond tracks . . .
Our life and network of bourbon and Cognac
First observing the stocks and bonds we stack
Thug chronicles these are the of Don G Rap

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under handily
Tuck a mil for the family
and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a nigga like Sam when he squeel
the code of silence just hand me the steel
For wrong done a man will be killed
There's to re-build . . .
and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for real
Until then, be in the with clam on the grill
Or me laid up in the canopy ill
With two mami's me thrills
Vivica Fox vanity grills
these bills
Tryna the fame of the glamor
stay from out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my frame in a
Avoid tabloids and pages
Bumps get off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump papers with pumps and
suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searching the dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring a chunk of glacier
Copped a spot with a bunch of
Some them got their bodies slumped capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a crib full of house maids, and waiters
My from the minor league, jump the majors
We gon' it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall abduct the
Any man against the national plan get wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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