Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

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

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

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

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

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