Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil'
I'm still livin', still niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
We got 10 and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas listin
I'm on a mission, me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, 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 is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still
Late in the dark, fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided

[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?)
Come here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas 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

[Verse 2 - Young
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout
We un-load straps, and down like Reggie Miller
While take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or licka
wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga
Respect and game don't respect you
be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or ya thank a nigga ain't?
you got bank too, a nigga 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 strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, means nothin' 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 these murdas, and hope go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of shit
Load clips, cock it back, no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta back
why sit and sell' crack, Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya guard ya byrd
This shit to earn, so Im'a 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 found broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm fo'

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