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

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for nigga
You know how we do, y'all 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 your the kissl will be
Plant it ever so soft and but die viciously
Hours of before the torture apply misery
Days before I feel pity to a guy liberty
Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all
I'll die a man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up a high-rise in Italy
No hittin' forces natural crosses could liver me
hairs from the great years the fears never shiver me
Reminiscing how we car bombed
And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to
Men turning up dead or hurt, and missing (forever)
Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon
Bodies cut up in large thrown in car trunks
inside the bar stunk . . .
Gettin surrounded by bitches some Cons drunk
When I'ma stone face goons make your heart pump
Electrocution cables that make your car jump
The yard punks, the sin with the sentence for sellin hard junk
The family, the whole
Has been around since the 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
Some of the in the State was tryna throw the mission
They caught a chick and brought her to with no admission
Beyond these . . .
Our life and network of sippin' and Cognac
First observing the stocks and bonds we stack
Thug these are the days of Don G Rap

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under handily
Tuck a mil for the will
and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a snitch nigga Sam when he squeel
Break the code of silence just me the steel
For wrong done a man will be killed
plans to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes can me for real
Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the
Or catch me laid up in the ill
With two mami's handing me
Vivica Fox body grills
Rubberbanding bills
Tryna duck the of the glamor
stay from out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my in a camera
Avoid tabloids and front
Bumps get off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump papers pumps and gauges
Royal suites I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searching the city for neighbors
Pinky ring a chunk of glacier
Copped a spot with a of acres
Some them got their bodies slumped capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a crib of house maids, butlers and waiters
My from the minor league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot them haters
If we have to run up in City abduct the Mayor
Any man against the national plan get bucked wit

(Havoc 3X)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Word, Y'all know 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, know what I'm
Everything big kid think big, what I mean
Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time dick suckers
Y'all don't