Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

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

1: C-Bo]
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the
everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the
An I ain't never down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in
all these faggot ass keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in drawers
yeah that 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I he's a bitch
An I ain't him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he of them alleys
Heard he his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, lots of pigs
Eh nig, rap career 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
Thug Lordz'll ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

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

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

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