Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to children
I'm still livin', still robbin' like gimicks
White feel dat I belong 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
2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then covered by a trench coat
And when tha clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided

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

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

[Verse 3 - Young
does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm tired of this shit
clips, cock it back, ain't 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 gotta eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya
shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my
Soulja when I was to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
Nigga, we out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Buck)
Every 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 gon' do (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out