Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust
All my niggaz, down to ride for the thug Lords
Nigga that me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them niggaz war

I'm you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it
in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J, you better tell these fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get
Even fuckin' [unverified] get detted

Fake ass synthetic, emcees get shredded
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your
I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it to build me
I you wish some niggaz peel me and drill me

You better pay a to peel me, and kill me
me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a nigga out Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, up the semi

I was born to the shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in their studio, duct tape clique
A smilie ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get in your mouth?

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages,

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as
I'm real, like Slim Shady, quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the nigga, I feel

Fuck a deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said 'em
Start sayin' and dates
Make 'em the One Hit Wonder

This time, my shit hit like
In the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't like my
Then around and say, "Yuk, help me write my shit"
that a bitch?

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga yours
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug
Nigga cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them want war

If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, 'em
And if them ain't down wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I loved 'em
I never trust them, nigga I 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

And 'em off in the game like so
Nobody [unverified] fuck wit my flow, not you stole my hydro
My objective, take this bitch over
They gon make me vice president before this bitch

Beware of the Ayatolla, come and you down
you exit out of town, who got the best shit now?
Nigga, you know your ass was in Tha Row, side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with and Bone
Bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha Lord ha, ha, ha, yes