Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

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

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

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

You better pay a to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
My spare time, I rhyme, Remy, load up the semi

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

Niggaz Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, some 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, quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the illest nigga, I

Fuck a record deal, the is fake
My nigga Coolio said 'em
Start names and dates
Make 'em the One Hit Wonder

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

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

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

If them niggaz ain't wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em
And if them ain't down wit the Regime, fuck '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 fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, take bitch over
They gon make me vice before this bitch over

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