Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in bitch
Get up... nigga, 21 salute nigga 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 weigh a ton I 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the
I'm King Tut of the
'cause everytime I drop a dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the
An I ain't never backed down, so test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an 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 in they drawers
that 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 seen him in the hood, no where in the
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them
he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin 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 will not Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't of the bricks
You in there, kick 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 snitch
flip
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip holla..

[Verse 2:
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 walk wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the
Make the hardest niggaz this
the sargent want to kill us
Regardless 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 will get ya ripped off
We the only Thug Lordz
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest in Air Forces
Cause our guns look like torches, from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter a hot tamale
The holla..

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