Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

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

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

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

You better pay a nigga to me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, 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, up the semi

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

Niggaz Bentley's, your 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
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 smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the nigga, I feel

a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio fuck 'em
Start sayin' and dates
Make 'em hate the One Hit

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

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

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

If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, 'em
And if them niggaz ain't wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, 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, take bitch over
They gon make me vice president before this over

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