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

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Queens shit, we bring the thug for real nigga
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 forehead the kissl will be
Plant it ever so soft and but die viciously
Hours of torture before the apply misery
Days before I feel pity to give a guy
Seat of his pants and eyes all glittery
die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up inside a high-rise in
No hittin' only natural crosses could liver me
Gray hairs from the years the fears never shiver me
how we car bombed ignitions
And Politicians, Judges strong-armed to
Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and (forever)
Bulletproof cars are Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks thrown in car
Music the bar stunk . . .
surrounded by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk
When I'ma stone face goons make your heart pump
Electrocution with cables that make your car
The yard punks, the sin with the life sentence for sellin junk
The family, the commission
Has been around since the days prohibition
was good then, no slow addition
Some overdose down the slope and dope addiction
Lookin' back on them days I ran a whole
Some of the jake in the was tryna throw the mission
They caught a chick and brought her to hell no admission
Beyond tracks . . .
Our life and of sippin' bourbon and Cognac
First version observing the stocks and bonds we
chronicles these are the days of Don G Rap

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under still
Tuck a mil for the will
Mansion and hot in Amityville
a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel
Break the of silence just hand me the steel
For every wrong done a man be killed
plans to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes can me for real
then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or me laid up in the canopy ill
With two mami's me thrills
Vivica Fox body vanity
these bills
Tryna the fame 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 for favors
Trump papers with pumps and gauges
Royal suites when I in Vegas
Got searching the city dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring a chunk of glacier
Copped a with a bunch of acres
Some them got their bodies from capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a full of house maids, butlers and waiters
My clique from the minor league, jump the
We rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters
If we to run up in City Hall abduct the Mayor
Any man against the plan get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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