Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast,
Yeah, put ya to the street
Put ya head to the nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug in this bitch
niggaz
West Coast Mafia
Yeah, untouchable 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 guns caulked in the
I'm King Tut of the
everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I it to the gut of the hood
An I never backed 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 they just crap in drawers
yeah nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that boy, I heard 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
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's to Cali
No and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6,

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

2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, it's off wit ya head
a bitch nigga that 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 Thug Lordz handle they
We the realest the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest niggaz feel
Make the sargent want to us
Godzilla will murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk
If ya nigga gang bang, don't walk nigga
Wearin a big chain get ya ripped off quicka
We the Thug Lordz bitch
After all big faces Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
get you pistol whipped an extorted
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, from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, than a hot tamale
The holla..

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