Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

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

I'm glad you said it, now you old ass gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held eleven
J, you tell these fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get wetted
Even your [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 some peel me and drill me

You better pay a to peel me, and kill me
Fill me the shit the empty, play 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, drink Remy, up the semi

I was born to slap the out of macks, take their 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 Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages,

performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steel
I'm real, like Shady, bitch quit 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 is fake
My nigga Coolio fuck 'em
Start names and dates
Make 'em hate the One Hit

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

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

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

If them niggaz 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 [unverified] wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, take bitch over
They gon make me vice president before this bitch

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