Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil'
I'm livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta
I'm on a mission, just me and my
When 2 take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged like myself
Fearin' nothin', no bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess - I'm still 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/ ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy wit tha snub nose out
dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha nose out
dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill

2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I it quicka
And do it no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don't you
Gon' be out nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a ain't?
Plus you got 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 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 deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Young
What my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of shit
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, Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' tha mini mayn
let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards why I'm here fo'

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