Luyện nghe bài hát Theze Dayz

Krayzie, bam, asu, and mentality 1999

I'm representin' thugline nigga, in 1999/ you muthafuckers wanna
Find the real and hustlas, nigga?
to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ now we're the real thugs

This how we livin' days (and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and
That for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)

Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some you feelin'
Me?
These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; everybody your enemy/ these days,
Every nigga for they
'cause it ain't no thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ and
why
These days, you gotta be raw out here on the tell 'em, these days
You can't be fuckin' with niggas weak/ and these days, no tellin' when
meet your coffin
I seen it too often, why fuck flossin' I take caution/ don't trip, shit
If you're rich, you're
'cause if you slip, waitin' to get at you/ grab your cash and split your

These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ unless you're to pull

Your fo'-fo' and blow/ how come days niggas wanna be the don of the mob?
They claim it, but they never for the job/ these days
We bustin' at quicker, simply 'cause it's 1999, nigga....


Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and ain't worthy to serve me/ i'm
The type to jump out your bushes and you
the 30,30 you want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of
Nigga that'll letterbombs to all my enemies
I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I the police all on my dick,
Because they a thug/ nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we don't the police/ until us thugs unite, it
gon' never be no peace/ niggas be goin' to
School with nothin' but murda on they mind; a fuck about teachers/
Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ the scenes
And screams and everybody runnin'/ get on knees, and pray nigga, 'cause the
Son of the is comin'
Asu
You know I came in time; that's my frame of now I'm able to separate the
Deaf from the weak, dumb, and the
Niggas get none of mine/ not even some of mine/ just 'cause you got on a
Watch, nigga, don't mean you know the
You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ from ocean to ocean, my potion
Is devotion/ the nerve to what i
Deserve to do wasn't a curse/ it was a signal; why that ass crashed,
Forgot to put on your blinker/ r.w.i.: rollin'
Infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my masters/ done agitated disaster,
And at end's a start/ I slip in the art with
My heart and soul/ it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ don't the one i
like a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have
Gone there/ the deal with the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on
Earth surface to surface, and any is
Handled with same-day service? on, come on, come on...

Bam
We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the to not set trip; it's our
Spot/ gave y'all shots, and let the pop
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ point of survival/
Get points with real niggas but you only see
Raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ all bustas wanna
Thug me
You see it be ways that was so simple/ execution style to gristle/ from
The chair, 'em
Whistle for my mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and they got the
Bigger
Scared of the laws, told what he saw and he lookin' like/ broke him off in
The
I spared his life I this shit is tight