Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

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

[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 real, and niggas will kill
we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill

2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he slang or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's teams of Mob bigga
Respect and game don't respect you
be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' 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 go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm tired of this shit
clips, cock it back, ain't 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 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 shit hard to earn, so get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' tha mini mayn
let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to my sword
Soulja when I was to my ambellical cord
If I'm sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay
Nigga, we out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! (And Young Buck)
Every 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