Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Young
I'ma born villain, hero to lil' children
I'm livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I in prison
We got 10 and still 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 nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein'
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun
Empty my and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha year
wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

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

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

[Verse 3 - Young
What does my phuture behold, I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm tired of this shit
Load clips, it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, Im grabin' tha gats
where 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 hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat 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 dat's why I'm here fo'

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