Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

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

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

2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga drug dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie
While othas take time to get paid, I it quicka
And do it sober no weed or licka
Know wha I mean? It's teams of Mob bigga
game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide
My look, life means nothin' 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
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of shit
Load clips, cock it back, no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, you and stacks
If you wrong, but a gotta eat ya hurrd?
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' tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my cord
If I'm sell backwards 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 you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, to tha back
Infra-red on our
Whatchu wann' do (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out