Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

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

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

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
never
quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
we'll never
never
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

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

LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
we'll never
never
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla (they holla)