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 how a nigga bring it
Straight 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 will be
Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die
Hours of torture before the apply misery
Days before I feel to give a guy liberty
Seat of his pants and eyes all glittery
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
Gray from the great years the fears never shiver me
Reminiscing how we car ignitions
And Politicians, Judges to listen
Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and (forever)
cars are driven Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in chunks thrown in car trunks
inside the bar stunk . . .
Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' Cons drunk
When stone face goons will make your heart pump
Electrocution with cables make your car jump
The yard punks, the sin with the life for sellin hard junk
The family, the whole
Has been around since the days prohibition
Mathematics was good then, no slow
Some overdose down the coke slope and addiction
back on them days I ran a whole division
Some of the jake in the State was throw the mission
They caught a chick and brought her to hell no admission
Beyond these . . .
Our life and network of sippin' and Cognac
First version observing the and bonds we stack
Thug chronicles are the days of Don G Rap

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

(Havoc Hook)
Yo, How it feel we coming at you
These gats 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 down like

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our under handily still
Tuck a mil for the will
and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he
the code of silence just hand me the steel
For every wrong a man will be killed
plans to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for
Until then, be in the backyard with on the grill
Or me laid up in the canopy ill
With two mami's me thrills
Vivica Fox body vanity
Rubberbanding these
Tryna duck the of the glamor
Tryna stay from out the of the scanners
Not tryna get my in a camera
Avoid tabloids and pages
Bumps get off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump papers with and gauges
Royal suites I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searching the dumped for neighbors
Pinky with a chunk 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 house maids, butlers and
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 Hall the Mayor
Any man against the national plan get wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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