Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto to lil' children
I'm still livin', still niggas like gimicks
White feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas listin
I'm on a mission, me and my ammunition
When 2 clips together, bust and dip 'em
I know my D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa myself
nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury tha gun smoke
Empty my and then it's covered by a trench coat
And tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, fo' tha next year
Look wha The created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided 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?)
down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why busy 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 drug
Wether he packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie
othas take time 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
game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a Get a Tec too!
Bitches will you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive
Been listin when ya body goin' in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Young
What my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and they go gold
I'm known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this
clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta back
why sit and crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and
If you wrong, but a nigga eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta 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 myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical
If I'm sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay
Nigga, we out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! (And Young Buck)
Every you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, to tha back
Infra-red on our
Whatchu wann' do (Whatchu wann' do?)
gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out