Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug
Nigga that me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them 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 tell these fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin' [unverified] get

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

You better pay a to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a slugs in me
Spot a nigga out like Mc Kenzie, the thug 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 their studio, 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 stuck in the house
Starvin', as fuck 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 sore as
I'm real, Slim Shady, bitch 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 game is
My nigga said fuck 'em
Start sayin' names and
Make 'em hate the One Hit

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

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

Thug Lords holdin' the 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 bust yours
Them want war

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

And fuck 'em off in the game so
[unverified] fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, take this bitch
They gon make me vice president before this bitch

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