Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Thugs

*** 1 and 2 said same time ***

[Chours 1:
steppin like full sureno thug
Grey and

[Chorus 2: Sancho and
Thugs

Thugged out bald
We the baddest
And we ahead
nobody never ever gonna take my name
Cause if you do then you die, the way
Enemies never last put your glocks away
I'm the baddest mothafucka around the way
I get a little dizzy I smoke a J
a bitch and a hoe like every day
The thug, Califa Thug
Silencer is the bud
I put the to the eye
Just to show is no love
And to any mothafucka tryin to me out
Makin everyday day
That's I'm all about
Silencer on a
Amunition no
Drop a verse to the song with a rhyme
Mothafucka talk shit like every
Pull to the on the gangsta rhymes
for me to go do a little homicide
Enemies are gonna get
Everyone is be hypnotized
Silencer is the one terrorized
you see come around you better step a side

Fuckin bitches every day I'm at the
I my dagger
becomin a cadver
I got the money to
ready to battle
Silencer at you
Silencer's gonna you
And pass the marijuana let me another hit
Cause here I come to

Flippin a mothafucka puttin down
like a mothafucka smokin a pound
If only could see me now
up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa Thugs]
I see other fools mean
That kinda don't make me none
OG the hood South of
Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs [Califa
You want to rumble us
Life ain't but a jungle to us
Survival in the streets is a to us
the bud
That's on the real don't be fuckin us [Califa Thugs]
of mothafucka say my beats are too slow
Smoke too much indo, like a negro
Imma Spit the shit the west
See fit eat dick all know shit
Watchin me as I a beat
Best leave cause I'm off the
with crips like these
Nobody's comin with this heat
Southside for those who know
South Bay Palm Avenue for
SD 1-3's for my G's on the
Sureno Thug flippin on the
that don't you kinda sound good
Makes you wanna homie that would
Don't hate go speak on it
that cut that's me on it

[Mr.
Poppin that
Trip with puto
We headin out the door
Pop Pop to the
Watch all of them drop to the floor
We to the club lookin for some bloods
Cause we the bud above the law
never trip when I rack up the clip
Cause I'm spittin my rough and raw
Livin in the of a sin
Mothafucka never
When I'm with the mack 10
Praw Praw til your drop
Holes on both sides on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when you're little
Seein how sin could of locked me in the pen
Or I'm dead cause I took one in the head
With the to my forhead now we flead
Bodies now lifeless never felt like
Flash backs of my
Showin how I childish

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