Luyện nghe bài hát Thug War

[Chorus:
Thug war, fights in streets, the drug store
Money is power, give me your's, we laws
Faggot cats their crooks
Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and 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 we long for
You get your wig split back, caught in thug war

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

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

[Joe
on some plead the 5th shit
Criminal lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit
Rott rocks from rocks, in state tots
See Doc'ors me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi
Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the
Straircases on dot, man, Crime Syndicate
Shine like white fine on fickel-plated
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 to last, I leave him dead-ass
lead in his ass, caught in the rash
Sexy niggaz get sodomized, the wicked eyes
Villains got my baptized
Mafioso, scenarios, the scar
Foggy survivalists rott cats in
38 convo, a 3rd on my torso
When exposed, my snuff nose busts all
So, the fuck you suppose happened?
For me out, fuck rapping
We gun clapping, the shooter
It be the case the stolen ruger
And left the puffing on the Thai ruler
Son, my five graphics, jiggy was drafted
In war the shit gets drastic, you bastard

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Thug was, war...