Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

Yo! do this!
Uh!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Ha!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Ha!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
nigga!
Throw up yo hands if you out
The regime up in bitch!

up yo hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out.
up yo hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga drugged out.

1 *(yukmouth)*

I do for the
Real killas, and dealers
wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas
Put a slug through you tough

No dragon on you, nigga
No from us
In we trust
Niggas get rushed like hot snuff
Up yo
I up yo flows
Leave my competition ass
We tag on toes
I'm as as pocinos
Enemies get to a pole, blind fold then I unload.

Verse 2 *(tech of the regime)*

out
My oblivion
the opposite of carribean in tropolis
my z-z in
True clocker from recipiants
of a crispy
An tupac-er
My caristian
Jedi
The way I spits of my time
Give me a billboard, an you bet I
You mutha
I love
Thug, makin you hug
Stayin away you nothin but bum bustas
The is back an we bugged out
Phats, keke, maxx, poppa l.q., an my nigga yukmouth
These bitches me to come to menage
A
But hear us say, "hum to allah"
They fly, that's on the crew
You cannot block the regime makin knots, no matter what you do

Ya an blue nigga
like malik yoba
Lyrically nina's a force like yoda!

3 *(madd maxx of the regime)*

Nigga this maxx
You cross the regime, you get yo life
We get it fuck the good
True niggas that turned to real crooks
Robbin the microphone, you get yo shook
I told ya we takin soldier
A niggas rollin rover's
Me, ke, gonz, yuk, 9, an phats on ya
All ready wit the caulked gage, out oklahoma
a corona
We 8-balls until we fall out
If you got a wit the regime, your souls called out
We all out for war
niggas don't want no more
I'm takin over like michael
An I'm the first to
So fuck you ass niggas who be plannin a plot
I take yo block
Wit the nitroglycerian
They got us up.

Verse 4 *(phats of the regime)*

They got us up
I've been
a young buck
Nothin to
Lots of plus some war cuts
It shit, but a thang to me

I play the man you to be
strike back
Gun fight, we had to back
This is the phats see dream a fat kat
They wanna funk, we get in black
Caulk the
Screamin til they bust back
mobb-symboly, I die you remember me
Tatted wit dragons in a custom bently

I'm to blast so don't tempt me
I'm hella drunk, an blown off the geniti
wit me
See killas in mine
Buildin this
To feed these fuckin children of
Uh
in my eyes
As I bleed the regime
(regime nigga, nigga)
Havin a pile of machine.

5 *(poppa l.q. of the regime)*

No never been to the pen
But I did a bid
An I ain't dumb enough to speak on the I've did
Guess somebody caught the before the police did
Find him in the car leakin dope over split wigs
lyrics to spit
Makin the killas feelin my shit
Explicit an adult content
callas representin at all the major events
And gang got the streets juss way too tense
I to deal wit it
I'm in the fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the in it
We keep an rollin real wit it
That linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits
Of a long time grindin, the fruits of our labor
And suits from my tailors
Some young playas, strivin for
You it's all bad
Let's it all good
Pushin the cavvy to touch the navvi wit the leather an
It's nigga!

6 *(yukmouth)*

The hardest from the "o"
My flow is certified theme for organized crime
Niggas that burglurised banks, and guys for they pies
for the sky
Techniques robert deniro in "heat"
Karl
No disguise, in the of the street
Buckin at
police
Got a rove jeep
Wit 12 faced gold teeth
A piece
Cuban links, crops, an
But that ain't shit, to leave a nigga naked, duct wit they bitch
In the
the safe is?
Big
Cops raided, but ended up gettin they fuckin car grenaded
You blazed shit?
I the nitroglycerian
That's smoother than a pair of new cinnamon
Get
But be no p
I'm from a city called city
See these niggas be wit me
christy juss remmy
True do drugs an come up wit hits
Like jimmi
Shock the world like snoop at no
Yuk signed to rap-a-lot, nigga
I ain't a playa, I juss
the gat
Tryin to yo watch in the back of the lot
Keep my shit for underground rock
Jackpot j struck it rich hit the
The top
Blood on be from robbin sprees
Rock phat farm, wit tats all my arm
Bullet like a nigga fresh back from nam
Yo nigga get yo on. (echos out)

*(talking)*

[how old were you, mr. washington when you hit the permanatly? ]

10.

[how did you ]

I a runner.

[a runner.]

right.

[could you give us a description of how you lived, the few
Years.]

I moved up. I lived where the money goes. then I got busted, 2 and
1/2 in ? ?

[and you got out.]

I got a piece of to myself. took it. one block at a time. nobody
me.