Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck a record deal, the game is
My nigga said fuck 'em
Start names and dates
'em hate the One Hit Wonder

This time, my shit hit thunder
In the Hummer, nigga, the MOB me under
Try'na be niggaz, stay your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland bad like Hammer

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't my shit
Then turn around and say, "Yuk, me write my shit"
Ain't that a

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

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

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

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