Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

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

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I a guns 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 backed down, so test me dog
I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they 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 in the Valley
No of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the
Surrounded by police, wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career not outlast Pac and Big's
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
flip
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the
to award shows niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle business
We the realest from the to the Village
Make the hardest feel this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless Godzilla murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip nigga
a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz
After all big faces like Rushmore, you don't want 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 like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, than a hot tamale
The holla..

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