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 nigga bust
Them want war

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

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

You better pay a nigga to peel me, and 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, drink Remy, up the semi

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

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, artist stuck 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,

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

Fuck a record deal, the is fake
My nigga said fuck 'em
Start sayin' names and
'em hate the One Hit Wonder

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

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't my shit
Then turn around and say, "Yuk, 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 thug
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust
Them niggaz war

If them niggaz ain't down wit cream, fuck 'em
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime, 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old 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 before this bitch over

Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you
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 Thug ha, ha, ha, yes