Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in this
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 bitch
niggaz
West Coast 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 keep a guns in the lo-lo
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 down, so don't test 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 when they see me they just crap in they
yeah that 50 he hot, but I heard 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 in the Valley
No of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he 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 comin to
No glocks and cigs, lots of pigs
Eh nig, rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6,

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

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a bitch nigga talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the
to award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some
You niggaz think the West coast is Dre an Xzibit
aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest the Gardens to the Village
Make the niggaz feel this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will you nigga
I twist ya cap a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the Thug Lordz bitch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war
That'll get you whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I destroyed it
You better run like Gump in Air Forces
our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot
The holla..

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