Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love Remix

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[Verse 1: 50
Look we can shop together mama, his and
Ave shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't with the chips girl
I'm down to
If it's ice you like I'll up your life (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 life in the fast lane
I mix dro with
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil ass
like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends her head full of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported Joe's
bags I bought from boosters
To the I introduced her
She feisty, every now and she wanna fight me
saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit me
Destiny's Child]
A what I want
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 gonna my baby
My don't no good, baby
2: Eminem]
It's like and like that and like this
Hey yo I'm the illest rapper to hold the
Patrol the lookin for hookers,
To punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm meaner in action Brosco beatin James Todd Senior,
And smackin his with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood, as a youth,
a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse
And ain't shit I kept the same mind state,
the third time I failed ninth grade
You probably think I'm a negative person,
Don't be so of it,
I don't promote violence I just it
I laugh at the of death,
As I down a cement flight of steps,
And inside a bed of spider webs
So caution to the wind,
You and a friend can off of a bridge,
And if you do it again
Shit why not, blow brain out,
I'm blowin mine out, it,
You only live once you as well die now
[Chorus: Destiny's
A thug's what I
A thug's what I
Even though my don't seem to see
he lace me with money
He knows I want it
And I'm never leave my baby
My thug don't no good,
[Verse 3:
it
When I in the place excitement
Like plain watched took the Jacob and it
E comin through in the purest form
On Streisand shit when a star is born
I might rock a diamond watch for the scene
And rob me end up for no reason
I those that wanna cramp my style
when I ask they be like
Like a juvenile crack a say a rhyme
straight out cold
Strong to grab you
With his choke
So what ya all want dare taunt
Or I you in the back of somebody's restaurant, it's murda
Laying flat the rats and cats
By a cardboard box the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna my shit
I you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
Onassis, on the mic
a picture that would out weigh Picasso, yeeeah
Yeah you be believin' it
You imaginin the of bossy and shit
No matter the deal, money,
[Chorus: x2 Destiny's
A thug's what I
A thug's I need
Even my friends don't 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
Fader: Beyonce]
A thug is what I
And a thug is what I
And my don't understand
How my laces me
A thug is what I
And a is what I need
And my friends understand
And I think its