Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Money

If it's that money
Then you to kill them, haha
here nigga, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in muthafucka tonight

Thug Money got 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 telling you, I put my on it

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

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

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

However, I'm giving these niggas pillars
Robbing fake dealers
And these fake ass for my niggas
They keep they fingers on the

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

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

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 little
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

I'm doing one for my homies
Who left his baby lonely
Got chur-en dat saw him
Got kids who don't even him

Got to count his blessings
one chance be his only lesson
For the homies all be
His son's got stronger

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patience for the
Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm
So I'm on the edge
I'm thugging till I'm dead,

Standing free them suckers and far away from them Feds
I say I had no job, always rot
Living in the park, back I was scared
And things got better, my pockets got fatter

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

Thug Money got blood on it 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

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