Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Young
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to 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 niggas betta
I'm on a mission, just me and my
When 2 clips take together, and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein'
Murda Squad is here, you tha fury from tha gun smoke
my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair un-educated

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

[Verse 2 - Young
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha like Reggie Miller
While othas time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob
Respect game and game 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
don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Young
What does my behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin of this shit
clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga eat ya hurrd?
handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This 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 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! (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha
on our straps
Whatchu wann' do (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out