Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3 - Buck]
does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm tired of this 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 where you lay ya head, snatch you and
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, this tha mini mayn
let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical
If I'm wrong backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ 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
on our straps
Whatchu do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu gon' do (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out