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 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 better tell these fuckin' you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin' [unverified] get

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

You pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 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 the shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their
A smilie face 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, your artist in the house
Starvin', broke as in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin'
Learnin' foreign languages, tourin'

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as
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 game is
My nigga Coolio fuck 'em
Start sayin' and dates
Make 'em the One Hit Wonder

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

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

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

If them niggaz down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em
And if them niggaz down wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at limosine, buck '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
[unverified] fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, this bitch over
They gon make me vice president before this bitch

of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you out of town, who got the best shit 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 Lord ha, ha, ha, yes