Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I in prison
We got 10 and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta
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 myself
nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
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 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

- Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, 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
'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 down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and will kill

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

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

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