Luyện nghe bài hát Theze Dayz

Krayzie, bam, asu, and mentality 1999

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

This how we livin' these days (and is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and
one's 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/ days, it's
Every nigga for they
'cause it ain't no such thing as and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ and
why
These days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ tell 'em, days
You can't be fuckin' with niggas weak/ and these days, no tellin' when
You'll meet your
I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I 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 unless you're ready to pull

fo'-fo' and blow/ how come these days niggas wanna be the don of the mob?
They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ days
We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, '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 bushes and bust you
With the 30,30 you want beef? I pack pistol packin' 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 was/ the all on my dick,
they recognize a thug/ nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ until us unite, it
gon' never be no peace/ niggas be goin' to
School with nothin' but murda on they givin' a fuck about teachers/
Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ picture the
And screams and everybody runnin'/ get on your knees, and nigga, 'cause the
Son of the is comin'
Asu
You know I came in time; that's my of mind/ now I'm able to separate the
Deaf the weak, dumb, and the blind
Niggas can't get none of mine/ not even some of just 'cause you got on a
Watch, nigga, don't you know the time
You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my from ocean to ocean, my magic potion
Is the nerve to hate what i
Deserve to do a curse/ it was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,
to put on your blinker/ r.w.i.: rollin' while
Infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my masters/ y'all done disaster,
And at every end's a I slip in the art with
My heart and soul/ it's smart to roll, but to come/ don't become the one i
Fold a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have
Gone there/ what's the deal the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on
surface to surface, and any problem is
Handled with service? come on, come on, come on...

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