Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Money

If it's 'bout that
you gots to kill them, haha
Come here nigga, the only way, uh
wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonight

Thug got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Money got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

I'm thinking back I was younger
I hustle in the summer
No for crime
I had to help my

And I love the weather
me hustle better
Running into in da ghetto
Trying to get my shit

However, I'm giving these fuck niggas
fake dope dealers
And these fake ass for my niggas
They keep fingers on the triggers

they heard about you business
And these fuck niggas to end this
So I'm ready, riding dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for fetti

Call us foolish, of how we feel the way we do this
Slanging, robbing and shooting even polluted
I'm ready to do this and like
I'm always louted duck tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it, on

Thug got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

I'm doing one for my homies
Who left his baby mama
Got dat neva saw him
Got kids who even know him

Got to his blessings sent
'Cause one chance be his only
For the homies all be
His son's got missions

Hold on, fall, 'cause I've been there
And I know, 'cause see all my ain't dope dealers
But they killers, for sure, call us thugs
So give us our own in the club
Allow us to use our drugs, what, nigga what, say it

Money got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got blood on it a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, a bird
And no clues on how the Feds got the inside
He his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone
And ain't no telling the boy getting back home
See everybody a hustle, so stay free from those ain't
Especially, when you getting in front of

'Cause them fools try to touch ya
They you dying for yours
So day one, they don't trust ya
This whole I be living for

Sometimes, look like I'm running fast
And old bad luck taking me lower
Life's full of lies, there's too many
Who need to compete and God a nigga tried

When it's get better, seems like never
In life we live
Us niggas just can't together
However, I a change got to come from this
One day, but right now, I accomplish shit

for the frustration
Waiting to die for the that I'm facing
So I'm on the edge
I'm till I'm dead, yeah

Standing free from them suckers and far from them Feds
I say I never had no job, rot
Living in the park, back I was scared
And things got better, my pockets got fatter

Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo
Nigga came across a key and it into three
And got my fuck ass running from me
And

Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

Tha thug Money got on it
Tha thug got blood on it