Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast,
Yeah, put ya head to the
Put ya head to the nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Lordz in this bitch
Regime
West Coast Mafia
Yeah, niggaz man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm Tut of the hood
everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I it to the gut of the hood
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 these faggot ass rappers keep yappin jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause 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 white boy, I heard he's a
An I seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
Heard they ran him New York, and he's comin to Cali
No and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career not outlast Pac and Big's
you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, dead in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
we'll never
never
never my click was heaven sent 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 nigga that 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 West coast is just Dre an
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they
We the from the Gardens to the Village
Make the niggaz feel this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless Godzilla murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk
Wearin a big will get ya ripped off quicka
We the Thug Lordz bitch
After all big like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you whipped an extorted
You I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air
Cause our guns look torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The holla..

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