Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love

Let me love, love to you
Let me thrill you my song
Let me replace the love and the

Could it be, you're fallin' in
With a right now
Could it be you're fallin' in
With a thug's style
Could it be you're fallin' in
Right now, now, right now

it be, it can't be Pun I'm callin' ya bluff
I must be high off this 'cuz I ain't fallin' in love
All I eva dreamed of was fuckin' a thug
So I bust a few slugs and sell a little drugs
Be up in the Benz, chillin', ya blunts
the Spanish mommies illi' 'cuz I'm sittin' in front

And niggas on the block sick what cha doin' wit that spic
Y'all don't know? Puerto and blacks make the cutest kids
Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my
If it's a boy, I hope that God bless him his daddy's dick, shit
To tell the truth with you. I know, I'm safe and another
Frontin' and get blown in his and I like that

You give me and I give it right back
But when you flip don't you think I ain't fight back
Pun you got dough and you know, I got a stack
So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice
I just throw on some lipstick and the stylistics up to make up

And you know, I hook a steak up, you breakfast in bed
Nigga, soon as you up, get my jewels back
And take another trip to see Jacob, lovin' the way I do for you
And kiss that I blew, poppy chew was a kiss for you
Stayed true, faithful, you can say, "I played you"
you ma boo and I can never say, "I hate you"

Could it be, you're in love
With a right now
Could it be you're fallin' in
With a thug's life
Could it be fallin' in love
now, right now, right now

I swept you off ya feet, you was walkin' crossin' the street
And you was talkin' to me or was it my in the jeep
Either or she said she loved the way I ball
Go after the niggas even though there was nice and tall
dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' my drawers

Up style right next to ma boys, just the little things
Would her a lot like when I let her sit in the lex tryna
Guess, where at, God blessed her with ass
She had the perfect mix, she was Morena with an Indian
She had the cinnamon lips the edge was and crisp

I thought she was the way she was swinging them hips
I had a clue that she wanna ride with me but I'm like Darnell
had eyes for me, it's a quarter passed one
But another song, what was wrong? Why you took so long
To put a brotha on? It was't long before we bumpin'and grindin'

Crushin' her spine and had her soundin' like was rhyming
Bustin' her hymen, the of sex she start bustin' out cryin'
Her bus went by and she was ready up in rydin'
Cussin' and wildin', talkin' dirty in the of the porch
Whose pussy is this? on, daddy, it's yours

Could it be, you're in love
With a thug now
it be you're fallin' in love
With a life style
it be you're fallin' in love
Right now, now, right now