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 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 forehead the kissl will be
Plant it so soft and gentle but die viciously
Hours of before the torture apply misery
Days before I pity 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 hairs the great years the fears never shiver me
Reminiscing how we car ignitions
And Politicians, strong-armed to listen
Men turning up or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)
cars are driven Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar . . .
Gettin surrounded by blowin' some Cons drunk
When I'ma stone face goons will your 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 around since the days before prohibition
Mathematics was good then, no addition
Some overdose down the slope and dope addiction
Lookin' on them days I ran a whole division
Some of the jake in the was tryna throw the mission
They a chick and brought her to hell with no admission
Beyond 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 take it in
We takin' that aim at niggaz throwin' shit in the

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under still
Tuck a mil for the family
and hot wheels in Amityville
Treat a nigga like Sam when he squeel
Break the code of silence just hand me the
For every done a man will be killed
plans to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for
then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me up in the canopy ill
With two handing me thrills
Vivica Fox vanity grills
these bills
Tryna duck the fame of the
Tryna from out the range of the scanners
Not get my frame in a camera
Avoid and front pages
Bumps get off and bumped for favors
Collect papers with pumps and gauges
Royal suites when I bunk in
Got homicide searching the dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring with a of glacier
Copped a spot with a bunch of
Some them got bodies slumped from capers
had tux and gators
Got a crib of house maids, butlers and waiters
My clique from the minor league, jump the
We gon' rock it we jackpot fuck them haters
If we have to run up in Hall abduct the Mayor
Any man against the plan get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

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