Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Young
born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
We got 10 and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my
When 2 clips together, bust and dip 'em
I my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you 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, braided un-educated

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

[Verse 2 - Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
he slang 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 like it
And do it sober no or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and 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 nigga fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't
Yeah, you world you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' and keep ya wallet wide open
My look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha

[Verse 3 - Young
What does my phuture behold, will I have to fold
Tell tha world these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm tired of this shit
Load clips, it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im 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 betta ya byrd
This hard 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 tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay
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 do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out