Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love Remix

TE baby, come on, uh-huh Trackmasters
1: 50 Cent]
Look we can together mama, his and hers
Fifth Ave shit baby, Fendi
I ain't tight with the chips
I'm down to
If it's ice you like I'll light up your (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity
I play the I ain't the type to punch a clock
I'm the type to put the to the floor in the drop
I live in the fast lane
I mix dro with
hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's she loves me, she loves me not
her friends pump her head full of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported from
Chanel bags I from boosters
To the hood I her
She feisty, every now and then she fight me
saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is all bullshit excites me
[Chorus: Child]
A thug's what I
A what I need
Even though my friends don't to see
he lace me with money
He when I want it
And I'm never leave my baby
My thug no good, baby
[Verse 2:
It's like this and that and like this
Hey yo I'm the illest rapper to hold the
Patrol the corners for hookers,
To punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm meaner in action Brosco beatin James Todd Senior,
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner
I grew up in the hood, as a hazardous youth,
With a fucked up childhood that I used as an
And ain't shit changed I kept the mind state,
the third time I failed ninth grade
You think that I'm a negative person,
Don't be so of it,
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I at the sight of death,
As I down a cement flight of steps,
And land a bed of spider webs
So throw to the wind,
You and a friend can off of a bridge,
And if you live do it
Shit why not, blow your out,
I'm mine out, fuck it,
You only once you might as well die now
[Chorus: Child]
A thug's I want
A what I need
Even though my friends don't to see
That he me with money
He knows I want it
And I'm never leave my baby
My thug don't no good,
3: Nas?]
it
When I in the place excitement
Like plain watched took the Jacob and it
Blaine E comin through in the form
On some Streisand when a star is born
I might rock a fake watch for the scene
And rob me end up for no reason
I approach those that wanna my style
I ask they be like hunh
Like a juvenile a smile say a rhyme
That's straight out
enough to grab you
With his hold
So what ya all want don't dare
Or I you in the back of somebody's restaurant, it's murda
Laying with the rats and cats
By a cardboard box the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna bite my
I you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
Onassis, on the mic
Paint a picture that would out weigh Picasso,
Yeah you be believin' it
You the unity of bossy and shit
No the deal, money, money
[Chorus: x2 Child]
A what I want
A thug's what I
Even though my friends seem to see
he lace me with money
He knows when I it
And I'm never gonna my baby
My thug no good, baby
[Bridge Beyonce]
A is what I want
And a thug is what I
And my friends understand
How my laces me
A thug is what I
And a is what I need
And my friends don't
And I think its