Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Story

we go
Once a time not long ago
I was outta town movin' work with Zo
I used to my nigga B.R.
And niggas with the burna's down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was
By jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said)

Me and you are gonna push rock
Once we Rob we takin' over the block
They did the job, but succeed
I got up off the ground niggas couldn't believe
They bustin' and'a bustin' filled my ribs like crusting
Had the on so it didn't mean nothin'
One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin'
But he fell, two from my semi-automatic

Ran two blocks was cops all over
I dipped into the building [unverified]
Banged on the of apartment 83
Some lady start screamin' like she was of me
Ran to the roof like, "Fuck sista"
Ask an old man, "Can you me mista?"
Got to the clutchin' my four-four
up the door, yo, guess who I saw
(Who?)

Black and now, ain't this proper
Guns drawn full of [unverified] the helicopter
Escaped alive but my was shattered
Body all battered, and clothes all
Deep in my heart I revenge
But I let the shit til' I saw 'em again
Pulled out my guns and a clip
(And)

That's the way I gotta end this
He was one fiend, tryin' to live a thugs dream
to the chest, shoulda heard him scream
Now this funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cuz anyone of us catch the blood bath
an' narrow is how niggas should live, live

Good night, good
Knock 'em out the box

I just up in pain, my ribs broke up
Wifey on the side like Justin, she's the hope up
All that's on my is revenge, revenge
Just then a few dogs kicked the door off the
Go with the drawers on, man it's cold as
Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this
He was one stupid nigga tryin' roll for
Not that he might get killed himself

Now wifey trained by the F.O.I.
It was horrible, the otha cat in his eye
He was screamin' tryin' grab her actin' like he had to her
Swept him off his feet but got sliced the dagger
Well, in these times, well to me
No true niggas rollin' in sets of three
And they won't stop rollin' til' you let see
All the permanent scars that the tech nine

out the crib caught one in the leg
Couldn't even get my [unverified] had to 'em for dead
(Damn)
That's cold, yeah, I know, but the in the streets
The one who is the one holdin' the heat
I breeze grab coke out the freeze
By the y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize
With some bad Asian chick between my knees
I'm blowin' off some trees, pumpin' B.I.G.'s

Greatest hits, this was my latest
how niggas act when they play this shit
This a lesson, shits for real no
No infestin', crab cats I'm addressin'
Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, off the rack
All you cowards and nasty ass hoes the fuck back
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cuz of us could catch the blood bath
Straight an' narrow is how should live, live

Good night, good
Knock 'em out the box

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Black Rob, the presentation
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