Luyện nghe bài hát Thug War

[Chorus:
war, fights in streets, open the drug store
Money is power, give me your's, we break
Faggot claiming their crooks
Soon smack him up, his mans and them too
Yo, bag him up, him up
this do or die lifestyle for ransom
50 g's, need keys to free grandson
Run but you can't hide, rich is what we for
You get your wig split back, in this thug war

Peace to those men who do ande never been arrested
Project with guns start to run shit
from the streets, gum on long dick
Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam
Flat-lining all you cats up in a wiz
Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you the song, bitch
Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your store
Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we for
Aim for, lay boy, this ain't no game war
Cause me to smack all faggots, taking chains off
Thugs half of your cabbage on a Range Rov'
Change clothes, switch me description to blow
Chopping we spread up you nosey niggaz
Kidnap and bums, we swindell
I'm saying, "Fuck the rapping", since I was a kid, I it happen
On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz
Watch me them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting
Front doors, tell mans, don't panic, open the drug stores

Heavenly words spoken, promises never broken
As they blood-suck the sun, we these platinum tokens
enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys
Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe as philosophy baptizes
Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's eye
Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped precussions of action
Why the in the hour glass elapsing
Camel-backed apostles get with rusty masks
Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains
Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on tonsils
A prophecy, blood currency, state of
I with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty
Like Diamond Back, mocassins raid ancient jungles
sensation, injected with 7 bundles
Raw element, U.S./Russian
15 for half a crest, them lord's sniffing
Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in
get fractured, Sampson was captured
By Philli-stinians, on in this millenium
80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less
Peace to rich men, with snowflakes spinning
Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my in
jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men
Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up silly men
Cursed by the wicked gin, keep blue-fenced
To my nested kin, I leave some yams
What? What?

[Joe
Innocent on some the 5th shit
Criminal lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit
Rott like rocks rocks, in state tots
See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa
Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the
Straircases on dot, your man, Syndicate
Shine white fine on fickel-plated razors
Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live
So, I'm sick, touch my caliber
Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your calender
Fuck, who got stamina to last, I leave him
with in his ass, caught in the rash
Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked
got my world baptized
Mafioso, scenarios, the scar
survivalists rott cats in Congo
38 convo, a 3rd on my torso
When exposed, my nose busts all foes
So, what the you suppose happened?
For me out, fuck rapping
We gun clapping, the shooter
It be the case with the ruger
And left the puffing on the Thai ruler
Son, my exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted
In thug war the gets drastic, you bastard

Myalansky]
Thug was, war...