Luyện nghe bài hát Let the Thugs in the Club

Squed up, squed up, that nigga at the do'
Squed up, up, fuck that nigga at the back
up, squed up, fuck y'all

Now when we slide up in the club, we in and do thangs
About every car you name, on twenty-two thangs
We likely to have a few drinks, up a few lanes
Spittin' game at a cute thang, make her get a crew
All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we want it
Cut my song on homie, yeah, that shit we own it
Droopy high come see the future, we for the moment
Whole sucka on corners, the dance up pistols on it

And everybody know you fuck up, we ya
The whole club familia' with my
Chicken heads gon' follow where I go
I ain't got nothin' for them but a dick and a
And know right where the gat me when they dap
up I put yo eyes right when you lap me
And I ain't to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin'
I takin' no pictures unless I'm palm in [Incomprehensible]
the fuck y'all?

Let the thugs in the club, show us
Show us love, let the thugs in the
Let the thugs in the club, show us
Show us love, let the in the club

L.A. let the in the club
A.T.L. let the in the club
Chi-town let the thugs in the
Let the in the club, show us love

I like shinin' but dog I'm in with thuggin'
I like clubbin' but I get off when I'm beefin' and
I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex
Got a bullet proof for just creepin' on 'sess
I got a roley, matter fact 'bout or fou'
Got a couple of neck that I wear at the show
Niggas know all the trouble that with me
Niggas know it ain't the that come from me

Me and my click party every week at them crib
For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they
[Incomprehensible] keep it for the block and chill
Yeah I'm happy and wha I got a few mill'
thank I won't steal, wrap the K and kill
Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and the pills
it's time to bling, nigga I bling
When it comes to do the damn thang, I do the damn

Let the in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the in the club
Let the in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the in the club

Yo, yo
Now it ain't no secret I'm slangin' and bangin'
And like a of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin'
It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I'm
And I'm in already, so my is flamin'
for the project bitches who be backin' it up
And all the hardcore that be stackin' it up
And no matter you from, represent yo city
If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a diddy get

Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you blue
Get yo on, and thow yo hood up, die move
While I buy the whole bar 'cuz you no one
I got a spotter and a and a rag top fo'
I keep it ghetto, gutta, like a west coast G
The homies trust the man so we got in free
a stampede rust through and or we sell
Was let a stoo' and get shot in the head
Ba, ba, ba, ba

Let the thugs in the club, us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the
Miami let the thugs in the
New Orleans let the in the club

Texas let the thugs in the
Let the in the club, show us love
Milwauk let the thugs in the
The Bay let the in the club

New York let the in the club
Let the thugs in the club, us love
Carolina let the thugs in the
Ohio let the in the club

Tennessee let the thugs in the
Detroit let the in the club
St. let the thugs in the club
D.C. let the thugs in the