Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like
White feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still get in
I stay un-identified, but betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my
2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick '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 weapon and then covered by a trench coat
And when tha clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot man, hair braided un-educated

[Chorus - w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama 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'
he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Miller
While take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it no weed or sizzle 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 you, or make 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 thank a nigga ain't
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet open
My nigga look, life means nothin' ya positive bound
Been listin ya body goin' deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to
Tell tha world these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, you and stacks
If you wrong, but a gotta eat ya hurrd?
Fuck ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my
Soulja when I was 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! (And Young Buck)
time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, to tha back
on our straps
Whatchu wann' do (Whatchu wann' do?)
gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out