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 cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
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 fuckin' [unverified] get detted

Fake ass synthetic, poetic get shredded
pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your 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 pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred in me
Spot a nigga out like Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the

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

ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the
I'm weighed out, some where in Germany, burnin' weed
these foreign languages, tourin'

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as
I'm real, like Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz stop smokin fry, and poppin' 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 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 like my
Then turn around and say, "Yuk, help me my shit"
that a bitch?

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

If them niggaz ain't down wit 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 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

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

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