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 know how a bring it
direct at you kid

(Kool G Rap 1)
a Don from out of Sicily
Under the arm is where the be
Top of your forehead the kissl be
Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die
Hours of torture the torture apply misery
Days before I pity to give a guy liberty
Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all
I'll die a man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 up inside a high-rise in Italy
No hittin' only natural crosses could liver me
Gray hairs from the great years the never shiver me
Reminiscing how we car bombed
And Politicians, strong-armed to listen
Men turning up or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)
Bulletproof are driven Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks thrown in car
Music inside the bar . . .
Gettin surrounded by bitches some Cons drunk
When I'ma stone face goons will make heart pump
Electrocution with cables that make car jump
The yard punks, the sin with the life for sellin hard junk
The family, the commission
Has been around since the days before
was good then, no slow addition
Some overdose the coke slope and dope addiction
Lookin' on them days I ran a whole division
Some of the jake in the State was tryna throw the
They a chick and brought her to hell with no admission
Beyond these . . .
Our and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac
First version the stocks and bonds we stack
chronicles these are the days of Don G Rap

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

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under handily
a mil for the family will
Mansion and hot wheels in
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam he squeel
the code of silence just hand me the steel
For every done a man will be killed
There's plans to . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes can me for real
then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me up in the canopy ill
two mami's handing me thrills
Vivica Fox body grills
Rubberbanding bills
Tryna the fame of the glamor
Tryna stay out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my in a camera
Avoid tabloids and front
Bumps get knocked off and bumped for
Collect Trump papers with and gauges
Royal suites when I in Vegas
Got searching the city dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of
Copped a spot with a of acres
Some them got their slumped from capers
had tux and gators
Got a crib full of house maids, butlers and
My clique from the minor league, jump the
We rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall the Mayor
Any man against the national get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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