Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

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

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the
'cause everytime I drop a dog
Shit I it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never down, so don't test me dog
I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these faggot ass rappers yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me just crap in they drawers
that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up that white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I seen him in the hood, no where 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, wearin wires in the
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of
Eh nig, your rap career not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split in a 6, c'mon

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

2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then off wit ya head
'specially a bitch nigga talk to the feds
'specially a nigga that walk wit the feds
to award shows niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the
Make the hardest niggaz this
the sargent want 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, crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug bitch
all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I 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 motherfucker for war
never snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
we'll snitch
flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip they (they holla)