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 cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust
Them niggaz war

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

Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, all your letice
I got a six-million dollar fetish, 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 the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a nigga out Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
My spare time, I rhyme, Remy, load up the semi

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

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

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

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

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

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the Lords
that 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 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 [unverified] wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, this bitch over
They gon make me vice president before this over

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