Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust
All my niggaz, they down to for the thug Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga yours
Them niggaz 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 fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get
Even fuckin' [unverified] get detted

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

You better pay a nigga to me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a slugs 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 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 your
My nuts in your mouth, how it feel to get fucked in your mouth?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beware of the Ayatolla, come and you down
you exit out of town, who got the best shit now?
Nigga, you your ass was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song Eightball and Bone
Bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha Lord ha, ha, ha, yes