Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Thugs

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

1: OFI]
Steady steppin like full sureno
Grey and

[Chorus 2: and Maniac]
Thugs

Thugged out heads
We the mothafuckas
And we stay
Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my
Cause if you do then you die, the way
Enemies never last put your glocks away
I'm the mothafucka from around the way
I get a dizzy when I smoke a J
Fuck a bitch and a hoe every day
The thug, Califa Thug
is smokin the bud
I put the to the eye
to show there is no love
And to any mothafucka tryin to me out
money everyday day
That's I'm all about
Silencer on a
no competition
Drop a verse to the song with a rhyme
Mothafucka shit like every time
to the side on the gangsta rhymes
Time for me to go do a little
are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is gonna be
is the one that terrorized
When you see come you better step a side

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

Flippin like a mothafucka down
Blazin like a smokin a pound
If only could see me now
Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa
I see fools mean mugg
That kinda shit don't make me
OG from the hood of
Southern Bay cliq for the and thugs [Califa Thugs]
You want to rumble us
Life nothin but a jungle to us
Survival in the is a strugle to us
the bud
That's on the real don't be fuckin us [Califa Thugs]
Alot of say my beats are too slow
too much indo, sound like a negro
Imma Spit the shit the west
See fit eat dick all don't shit
Watchin me as I make a
Best leave I'm off the heat
Espescialy with crips like
Nobody's comin with this heat
Southside for who don't know
Bay Palm Avenue for sure
SD 1-3's for my G's on the
Sureno Thug on the beat
Like that don't you kinda good
Makes you wanna bounce that would
Don't hate go speak on it
that cut that's me on it

[Mr.
Poppin that
Trip with this
We headin out the door
Pop Pop to the
Watch all of putos drop to the floor
We headin to the club for some bloods
Cause we smokin the bud the law
Mothafucka trip when I rack up the clip
I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw
Livin in the of a sin
never grin
When I'm comin with the 10
Praw til your body drop
Holes on both sides on a cup a gin
Nobody wins when you're little rappin
Seein how I've sin of locked me in the pen
Or imagine I'm dead cause I took one in the
With the infered to my forhead now we
Bodies now lifeless never like this
Flash backs of my
how I acted childish

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