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, mothafuckas got mayne!
Niggas is killin', niggas is they shit..
Niggas is livin, they it how they live
I represented it (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)

1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like
White folks dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta
I'm on a mission, just me and my
When 2 take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa myself
Fearin' nothin', no head not even bein' dead
Murda is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still
in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair un-educated

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

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

[Verse 3 - Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to
tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this
clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I shoot back
why sit and crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya guard ya byrd
shit hard to earn, so Im'a 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 myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards why I'm here fo'

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