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 how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it
Straight at you kid

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

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our under handily still
Tuck a mil for the family
Mansion and hot in Amityville
a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel
Break the code of silence hand me the steel
For every wrong a man will be killed
There's plans to . . .
and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for real
Until then, be in the with clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the ill
With two handing me thrills
Fox body vanity grills
Rubberbanding these
Tryna duck the fame of the
Tryna from out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my in a camera
tabloids and front 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 with a bunch of acres
Some got their bodies slumped from capers
had tux and gators
Got a crib full of house maids, and waiters
My clique from the minor league, jump the
We gon' rock it we jackpot fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall the Mayor
Any man the national plan get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Word, know what it's about
Strictly about the big things, what I'm sayin'
Big money, big cribs, know what I'm
Bitches with big asses, up
Big chains and shit, what I'm sayin'
big kid think big, know what I mean
Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time suckers tho'
Y'all know