Luyện nghe bài hát Ride the Thug Line

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the line

All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

up in the mornin', glorious to see
Then I hit the streets knowin' that I got
So since I got beef, it make sense to pack the
Ain't no debate be publicly

Yeah, I'm a call me RKC
Ambassador, diplomat,
Ride with my team, the Thug line
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, me
Food stamp game dig us?

Yeah an' to be sneaky
Askin' everybody that think I know 'em for my number to me
On my pager to beep me an' I sense they energy
Feelin' like gangsta, gangsta shit to me

matter where you go, it's psycho, my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami, got off the plane Rhinos
Sweaty in humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's tonight

All day, keep it real, it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

All day, keep it real, it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

Thug line, line, come ride the Thug line

All night long, we ain't to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin' streets with an' break beats
Make my way the door, four rounds bar, man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a 'Oh, we in

The latest edition to some shit is spinnin'
Hey, DJ, you workin' that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, one
Ladies in abundance, nigga, to one

Backless straps, tattoos, some Hennessey
I got my partne,r Bone, there go one for me
I from the camp post tellin' baby this an' that
She told me about herself, she to model an' act

I'm seein' other eyes, but I'm tryin' to this
Who really blame me about those ass an' hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre, what the
Let's cut this night short, them back up the hill

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the line

All day, it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

All day, it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

I get's a rush, 'bout the fools that we crush
An' my little is down to bust an' makin' a fuss
All up in my pockets, they hatin' on us
round that we [Incomprehensible] now we addin' a plus

Live to die, know you know it's a must
Silly niggaz tellin' lies, my fo' five make 'em
Listen, just hear the come when they spittin'
reppin', just steppin', I'm only playin' to win

Got a full of plenty, niggaz splurgin' on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank, a reakin' of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrollin' the

Gotta get it while the water's hot an' fill up pot
Hit the block with a rock, with these 'em shot
I level a tickety tock, it don't stop
An' I'll be if they pull a nigga back on the block

All day, keep it real, it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, keep it real, it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, keep it real, keep it real, it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the line

You might not recognize my flow 'coz me bustin' at first
'Coz I can put styles inside my verses, ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MCs, but we do beef with these
to me means an enemy

Ask some of these niggaz past, nothin' but in the grass
Talkin' 'bout we bit, mad 'coz they career was a fag
You might been have rappin', it
but that bullshit you're stressin'
Knowin' exactly when you're fresh, know when niggaz wreck shit

Platinum? That ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it
Nigga, that's because I'm real with this thug
We mash an' in 2000, nigga, no remorse
What we be givin'? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin' with shit

Get the line, Thug line, the line
Creepin' on, ah, up, you know what?
This time around, it's on we blow up
Fakers, hate ya, later, all die, nigga, they all die
die, they die