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

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing handily still
a mil for the family will
Mansion and hot in Amityville
Treat a snitch like Sam when he squeel
Break the code of silence just me the steel
For every wrong done a man be killed
There's to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for
Until then, be in the backyard with on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the ill
With two mami's me thrills
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 and front pages
get knocked off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump with pumps and gauges
suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searching the dumped for neighbors
Pinky with a chunk of glacier
Copped a spot a bunch of acres
Some them got their bodies slumped from
had tux and gators
Got a full of house maids, butlers and waiters
My clique from the league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it we jackpot fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall the Mayor
Any man against the national plan get wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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