Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love Remix

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