Luyện nghe bài hát Ride the Thug Line

Thug line, line, come ride the Thug 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, keep it real, keep it real, keep it
An' all night, yeah, yeah,
All day, it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah,

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

Yeah, I'm a rider me RKC
Ambassador, diplomat,
Ride with my team, the line regime
Evil regulated, smash, crash, tell me
Food stamp this dig us?

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

Don't matter 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 crackin'

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

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug

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

The edition to some tight shit is spinnin'
Hey, DJ, you with that equipment
to stagger through the crowd, blowin' one
Ladies in abundance, nigga, to one

straps, tattoos, holdin' some Hennessey
I got my partne,r Krayzie Bone, go one for me
I broke from the camp post baby this an' that
She told me about herself, she want to an' act

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

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

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,

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,

I get's a rush, thinkin' the fools that we crush
An' my locs 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 lies, my fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets when they spittin'
Y'all reppin', just steppin', I'm playin' to win

Got a pocket full of plenty, niggaz on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank, a nigga of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt a nigga puttin' in work
Can't understand a niggaz, patrollin' the turf

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

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

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug

You might not recognize my flow 'coz it's me at first
I can put styles inside my verses, motherfuckers ain't heard yet
But I won't MCs, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me an enemy

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

Platinum? That a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga, that's because I'm real this thug music
We mash an' in 2000, nigga, no remorse
What we be givin'? Heat from the kitchen when with this shit

Get with the line, line, the line
Creepin' on, ah, come up, you know
This time around, on when we blow up
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'all all die, nigga, all die
die, they die