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 Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my 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 tell these fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get wetted
your fuckin' [unverified] get detted

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

You better pay a nigga to 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, Remy, load up the semi

I was born to slap the shit out of macks, take bitch
Run up in their studio, duct their clique
A smilie ain't 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 weighed out, niggaz where in Germany, burnin' weed
these foreign languages, tourin'

Allways 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 poppin' pills, I
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the nigga, I feel

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

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

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

Thug Lords holdin' the in the sky, nigga bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to for the thug Lords
Nigga cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them niggaz 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 their limosine, 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

And fuck 'em off in the like so
Nobody 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 your ass was in Tha Row, 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