Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

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

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

Fake ass synthetic, poetic get shredded
pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your letice
I got a dollar fetish, that's what it takes to build me
I know you wish niggaz peel me and drill me

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

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

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist in the house
Starvin', as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, weed
these foreign languages, tourin'

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

Fuck a record deal, the is fake
My Coolio said fuck 'em
Start names and dates
Make 'em the One Hit Wonder

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

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

Thug Lords the chopper in the sky, nigga bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to for the thug Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust
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 their limosine, 'em, I never loved 'em
I trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

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

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