Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love Remix

TE baby, come on, uh-huh Trackmasters
[Verse 1: 50
Look we can together mama, his and hers
Fifth Ave shit baby, furs
I ain't tight with the chips
I'm down to
If it's ice you like I'll light up life (Ooh)
VS2 aight
I play the I ain't the type to punch a clock
I'm the type to put the pedal to the in the drop
I live life in the fast
I mix dro hash
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 from Joe's
Chanel bags I bought boosters
To the hood I her
She feisty, every now and she wanna fight me
saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick is all that bullshit excites me
[Chorus: Destiny's
A thug's what I
A thug's I need
though my friends don't seem to see
That he lace me money
He when I want it
And I'm never leave my baby
My thug no good, baby
2: Eminem]
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 of quarters
I'm in action than Brosco beatin James Todd Senior,
And smackin his with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood, as a hazardous youth,
With a fucked up childhood I used as an excuse
And ain't shit I kept the same mind state,
Since the third I failed ninth grade
You probably think that I'm a person,
Don't be so of it,
I don't violence I just encourage it
I at the sight of death,
As I fall a cement flight of steps,
And land inside a bed of spider
So caution to the wind,
You and a can jump off of a bridge,
And if you do it again
Shit why not, blow your out,
I'm mine out, fuck it,
You live once you might as well die now
[Chorus: Destiny's
A thug's I want
A thug's what I
Even my friends don't seem to see
he lace me with money
He knows I want it
And I'm gonna leave my baby
My don't no good, baby
3: Nas?]
it
When I come in the place
Like plain took the Jacob and iced it
Blaine E comin through in the form
On Streisand shit when a star is born
I might rock a fake diamond watch for the
And rob me end up deaf for no
I approach those that wanna cramp my
when I ask they be hunh
Like a juvenile a smile say a rhyme
That's out cold
enough to grab you
With his choke
So what ya all want dare taunt
Or I leave you in the back of somebody's restaurant, murda
Laying flat with the rats and
By a cardboard box where the be at
One more thing for those that wanna my shit
I hope you choke and no one you the Heimlich, dead
Onassis, on the mic
Paint a picture that would out Picasso, yeeeah
you can't be believin' it
You imaginin the unity of bossy and
No the deal, money, money
[Chorus: x2 Child]
A what I want
A thug's I need
though my friends don't seem to see
That he me with money
He when I want it
And I'm never gonna leave my
My thug no good, baby
[Bridge Fader:
A is what I want
And a thug is I need
And my don't understand
How my laces me
A thug is I want
And a thug is I need
And my don't understand
And I its jealousy