Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

Thug Lords 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 bust
niggaz want war

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

Fake ass synthetic, emcees get shredded
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all letice
I got a dollar fetish, that's what it takes 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 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 to slap the shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get in your mouth?

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the
Starvin', as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin'
Learnin' foreign languages, tourin'

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

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

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

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' don't like my shit
Then 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 down to ride for the Lords
Nigga cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them want war

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

And fuck 'em off in the game so
Nobody fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, take this over
They gon make me vice president this bitch over

of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
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 doin' my song with Eightball and Bone
Bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha Thug ha, ha, ha, yes