Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in this
Get up... nigga, 21 salute nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya to the street
Put ya to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Lordz in this bitch
Regime
West Coast Mafia
Yeah, niggaz man
C'mon niggaz, niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a caulked in the lo-lo
I'm Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I a record dog
Shit I it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson in pause
all these faggot ass rappers yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard a snitch
And he ran up under white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no in the Valley
No of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to
No glocks and cigs, lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, kick dead in the bricks
Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit we dip they holla..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, it's off wit ya head
'specially a bitch nigga that to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the
to award cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Lordz handle they business
We the realest the Gardens to the Village
the hardest niggaz feel this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that talk nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You lucky I wasn't on shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air
Cause our guns look torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip holla (they holla)