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

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

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

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under handily
Tuck a mil for the family
Mansion and hot wheels in
Treat a nigga like Sam when he squeel
Break the of silence just hand me the steel
For every wrong a man will be killed
There's to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the 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 mami's handing me
Vivica Fox body vanity
Rubberbanding these
Tryna duck the of the glamor
Tryna from out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my frame in a
Avoid tabloids and front
Bumps get knocked off and bumped for
Trump papers with pumps and gauges
Royal when I bunk in Vegas
Got searching the city dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring with a of glacier
Copped a spot with a bunch of
Some them got bodies slumped from capers
had tux and gators
Got a crib full of maids, butlers and waiters
My clique the minor league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them
If we have to run up in Hall abduct the Mayor
Any man against the national plan get bucked wit

(Havoc 3X)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Word, Y'all know what about
Strictly the big things, know what 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 I mean
Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big dick suckers tho'
Y'all know