Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in
They thank it's country musik mayne, got money mayne!
Niggas is killin', is slangin' they shit..
is livin, they gettin' it how they live
I it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)

[Verse 1 - Young
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to children
I'm still livin', still niggas like gimicks
folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still get in
I un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged like myself
Fearin' nothin', no bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's by a trench coat
And when tha clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next
wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill

[Verse 2 - Young
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' of Mob bigga
Respect and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a Get a Tec too!
Bitches will you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a nigga fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wide open
My nigga look, means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha

[Verse 3 - Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm tired of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot
why sit and crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya
This shit hard to earn, so get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was to my ambellical cord
If I'm sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ ad-libin']
Nigga, we out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we out!
All tha way wit it, to tha back
Infra-red on our
Whatchu do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out