Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

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

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

2 - Young Buck]
The average thug somehow drug 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 weed or sizzle
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' of Mob bigga
Respect game and don't respect you
be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or 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 scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive
Been listin ya body goin' deep in tha ground

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

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