Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Young
I'ma born villain, hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
We got 10 killings and still get in
I un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, me and my ammunition
When 2 take together, bust and dip 'em
I my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no head not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you tha fury from tha gun smoke
my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair un-educated

[Chorus - w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will

2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha like Reggie Miller
While take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob
Respect game and game don't you
be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha
don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive
Been listin when ya body deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Young
What does my phuture behold, will I have to fold
Tell tha world bout murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no fo' me to relax
Here they come, run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and crack, when 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 mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha
Till I found broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

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