Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil'
I'm still livin', still robbin' like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
We got 10 and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas listin
I'm on a mission, me and my ammunition
When 2 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 bussin' not even bein'
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a coat
And when tha clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair un-educated

[Chorus - w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose 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 drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and 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 like Reggie Miller
othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' of Mob bigga
game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out nigga, you got a nine? 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 a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha

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

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