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 how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it
direct 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 kissl be
Plant it ever so and gentle but die viciously
Hours of before the torture apply misery
Days before I feel to give a guy liberty
Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all
I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. me
40 storeys up a high-rise in Italy
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, Judges strong-armed to
Men up dead or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)
Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon
Bodies cut up in chunks thrown in car trunks
Music the bar stunk . . .
surrounded by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk
When I'ma stone goons will make your heart pump
Electrocution cables that make your car jump
The yard punks, the sin with the life for sellin hard junk
The family, the whole
Has been since the days before prohibition
Mathematics was good then, no slow
Some overdose down the coke and dope addiction
Lookin' back on them days I ran a division
Some of the jake in the was tryna throw the mission
They a chick and brought her to hell with no admission
Beyond these . . .
Our life and network of sippin' and Cognac
First observing the stocks and bonds we stack
Thug these are the days of Don G Rap

(Havoc)
Wit' murder on his mind it in blood
We that aim at niggaz throwin' 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 know we like who
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
and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a snitch nigga Sam when he squeel
Break the of silence just hand me the steel
For every done a man will be killed
There's to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the tryna can me for real
Until then, be in the backyard with clam on the
Or catch me up in the canopy ill
With two mami's me thrills
Vivica Fox body grills
these bills
Tryna duck the fame of the
Tryna stay out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my frame in a
Avoid and front pages
Bumps get knocked off and bumped for
Collect Trump with pumps and gauges
Royal suites when I bunk in
Got homicide searching the city dumped for
Pinky ring with a chunk of
Copped a spot a bunch of acres
them got their bodies slumped from capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a full of house maids, butlers and waiters
My clique the minor league, jump the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we 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 the big things, know what I'm sayin'
Big money, big cribs, what I'm sayin'
Bitches with big asses, up
Big chains and shit, know I'm sayin'
big kid think big, know what I mean
Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time suckers tho'
Y'all know