Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil'
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas gimicks
White folks feel dat I in prison
We got 10 and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but betta listin
I'm on a mission, me and my ammunition
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 smell tha fury tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and it's covered by a trench coat
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, braided un-educated

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

[Verse 2 - Buck]
The average thug somehow drug dealin'
he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha like Reggie Miller
While take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob
Respect game and don't 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 nigga fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you
Crystal, you - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide
My nigga look, life means 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
tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm known, so wha happens 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
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot
why sit and sell' crack, when Im tha gats
where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck 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' this tha mayn
Don't let me see tha gat I'm askin' tha Lord
I found 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 talkin' w/ ad-libin']
Nigga, we out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! (And Young Buck)
time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha
Infra-red on our
Whatchu do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out