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 thug
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my bust yours
niggaz want war

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

ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all letice
I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it to build me
I know you 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 like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the is in me
My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the

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

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

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

a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said 'em
Start sayin' 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 mack niggaz, your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make look bad like Hammer

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't my shit
Then turn 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 Lords
Nigga cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them niggaz war

If them niggaz down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime, 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I loved 'em
I trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

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

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