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

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Queens shit, we the thug shit for real nigga
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 your the kissl will be
Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die
Hours of before the torture apply misery
before I feel pity to give a guy liberty
Seat of his pants shitty and all glittery
I'll die a man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up inside a high-rise in
No forces only natural crosses could liver me
Gray hairs from the great the fears never shiver me
Reminiscing how we car ignitions
And Politicians, strong-armed to listen
Men turning up dead or hurt, and missing (forever)
Bulletproof cars are driven edition
Bodies cut up in large thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar . . .
surrounded by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk
When stone face goons will make your heart pump
Electrocution with cables make your car jump
The yard punks, the sin the life sentence for sellin hard junk
The family, the whole
Has around since the days before prohibition
Mathematics was good then, no addition
Some overdose down the coke slope and addiction
back on them days I ran a whole division
Some of the jake in the was tryna throw the mission
They caught a and brought her to hell with no admission
these tracks . . .
Our life and network of sippin' and Cognac
First version observing the stocks and bonds we
Thug chronicles are the days of Don G Rap

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

(Havoc Hook)
Yo, How it when we coming at you
gats blowing at you
Personally don't a fuck where you at
And an unfamiliar face you know we 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 wheels in
Treat a snitch nigga Sam when he squeel
Break the code of just hand me the steel
For every wrong done a man will be
There's plans to . . .
and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for real
Until then, be in the backyard clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the ill
With two mami's handing me
Vivica Fox body grills
Rubberbanding these
Tryna duck the of the glamor
Tryna from out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my in a camera
Avoid tabloids and pages
Bumps get knocked off and bumped for
Collect papers with pumps and gauges
suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searching the city for neighbors
ring with a chunk of glacier
Copped a spot with a of acres
Some them got bodies slumped from capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a crib full of house maids, butlers and
My clique from the league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we jackpot fuck haters
If we have to run up in Hall abduct the Mayor
Any man the national plan get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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