Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in bitch
Get up... nigga, 21 salute nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz 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 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 keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the
'cause I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the
An I ain't never backed down, so don't me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson in pause
all faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause they see me they just crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a
An I ain't him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of 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 lots of
Eh nig, rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that 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!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin money 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..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
a bitch nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the
to award shows cause niggaz to toss him some lead
You niggaz 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 feel
Make the want to kill us
Godzilla will murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt for that slick talk nigga
If ya gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain 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 an extorted
You I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, than a hot tamale
The holla..

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