Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love Remix

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[Verse 1: 50
Look we can shop mama, his and hers
Ave shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't with the chips girl
I'm to splurge
If it's ice you like light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 aight
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 life in the lane
I mix dro hash
Hustle for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she me not
Cause her pump her head full of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported from
Chanel bags I bought from
To the hood I her
She feisty, every now and then she fight me
People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon me
The part is all that bullshit excites me
[Chorus: Child]
A what I want
A thug's what I
Even though my friends don't to see
That he lace me with
He knows when I it
And I'm never gonna my baby
My thug don't no good,
[Verse 2:
like this and like that and like this
Hey yo I'm the illest rapper to the cojones
the corners lookin for hookers,
To punch in the mouth with a of quarters
I'm meaner in action than Brosco beatin James Senior,
And smackin his back vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood, as a hazardous youth,
With a fucked up childhood that I as an excuse
And ain't changed I kept the same mind state,
Since the time I failed ninth grade
You probably think that I'm a person,
Don't be so of it,
I promote violence I just encourage it
I at the sight of death,
As I fall down a cement 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 live do it
Shit why not, blow your out,
I'm blowin mine out, it,
You only live once you as well die now
Destiny's Child]
A what I want
A thug's what I
Even though my friends don't to see
That he lace me with
He knows I want it
And I'm gonna leave my baby
My don't no good, baby
[Verse 3:
it
When I come in the place
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 fake diamond watch for the
And rob me end up for no reason
I approach those that cramp my style
I ask they be like hunh
Like a crack a smile say a rhyme
straight out cold
Strong to grab you
his choke hold
So what ya all want don't dare
Or I leave you in the back of somebody's restaurant, murda
flat with the rats and cats
By a box where the buns be at
One more for those that wanna bite my shit
I you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
Onassis, on the mic
Paint a that would out weigh Picasso, yeeeah
Yeah you can't be it
You imaginin the unity of and shit
No matter the deal, money,
[Chorus: x2 Child]
A what I want
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 gonna my baby
My thug don't no good,
Fader: Beyonce]
A is what I want
And a is what I need
And my friends don't
How my laces me
A is what I want
And a thug is I need
And my friends don't
And I think its