Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

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

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

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

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

I was born to the shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your

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

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz stop 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 sayin' names and
Make 'em the One Hit Wonder

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

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

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

If niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em
And if them ain't down 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 antiques I 'em

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

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