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
Straight at you kid

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under handily
Tuck a mil for the family
Mansion and hot wheels in
a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel
Break the code of silence hand me the steel
For every wrong done a man be killed
There's to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes can me for real
then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the ill
two mami's handing me thrills
Vivica Fox vanity grills
Rubberbanding bills
duck the fame of the glamor
Tryna stay from out the range of the
Not tryna get my in a camera
Avoid tabloids and front
get knocked off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump papers with and gauges
Royal suites when I bunk in
Got homicide the city dumped for neighbors
ring with a chunk of glacier
Copped a with a bunch of acres
Some them got their bodies slumped from
Bossileno had tux and
Got a crib full of house maids, and waiters
My from the minor league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them
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 know what it's
Strictly about the big things, what I'm sayin'
Big money, big cribs, what I'm sayin'
Bitches big asses, word up
Big chains and shit, know I'm sayin'
Everything big kid think big, know what I
Big and all that, y'all niggaz is big time dick suckers tho'
Y'all don't