Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of 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)

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

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

[Verse 2 - Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow drug
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout
We un-load straps, and down like Reggie Miller
While take time to get paid, I like 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
Gon' be out nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wide open
My nigga look, means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin ya body goin' deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I suttin' to fold
Tell tha world these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to
Here they come, can't run - so I shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
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 myself broke, back to swingin' my
Soulja when I was to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards why I'm here fo'

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