Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

[Verse 1 - Buck]
born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' 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, just me and my
When 2 take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, killa like myself
nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still
in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 murda man, hair braided un-educated

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

[Verse 2 - Young
The average thug somehow drug dealin'
Wether he slang or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie
While take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' of Mob bigga
Respect game and don't 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 - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these
Get a fuckin' and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life nothin' when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Buck]
What my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go
I'm gettin' known, so wha needs to happen here qwick
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, run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so 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 when I was hooked to my cord
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)
Every time you see us, we out!
All tha way wit it, to tha back
on our straps
Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu do?)
gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out