Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Lordz in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya head to the
Put ya to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Lordz in this bitch
Regime
West Mafia niggaz
Yeah, niggaz 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 drop a dog
I bring 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 ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit when they see me they just crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a
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 scared of them
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
Heard ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of
Eh nig, your rap will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the
Thug Lordz'll ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

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

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the boss you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a bitch that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga walk wit the feds
to award shows niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the 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 feel this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will murda you
I twist ya cap like a malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain get ya ripped off quicka
We the Thug Lordz bitch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you want war bitch
get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run Forrest Gump in Air Forces
our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, than a hot tamale
The holla..

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