Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug in this 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 to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in this
Regime
West Mafia niggaz
Yeah, untouchable man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I '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 ain't never down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson in pause
all these ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I he's a snitch
And he ran up under white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the
No of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
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 comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of
Eh nig, your rap career will not Pac and Big's
you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
flip
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven 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 bitch that walk wit the feds
to award cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay Thug Lordz handle they business
We the from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest feel this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless will murda you nigga
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 don't war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I destroyed it
You better run like 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 this money a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla (they holla)