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 represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck niggas)

1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', robbin' niggas like gimicks
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 nigga D-Tay, he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa myself
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein'
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next
Look wha The created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

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

[Verse 2 - Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I it quicka
And do it no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's teams of Mob bigga
game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will you, or make 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 thank a nigga ain't
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha

[Verse 3 - Young
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 to happen here qwick
6 and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit
clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha
Infra-red where you lay ya head, you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya
This hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm tha Lord
I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical
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! D-Tay (And Buck)
Every time you see us, we out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha
Infra-red on our
Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu do?)
Whatchu gon' do (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out