Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
bleek duro
New shit, new
We
out
out
Remember where you it first

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

I'm on now therefore your rock
Compare to this fish baggin' rocks
Now give me Gates money
A strait money

Big or small faces it's been in all
I was schooled by older guys
They me how to drive these [Incomprehensible]
Chop and old rubbers

Have a rocked up then knocked up
y'all wit his chest out gettin' stocked up
We war stories back on them streets
we played 'em messhall, niggas get 'em on his eats

I'm a little nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a valve little nigga
You about my whereabouts?
I don't care about, money I'm a man about

I'm a air it out
Niggas hate 'cause I live right
You'd to see me broke frontin'
Wit no right?

Who wanna some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out
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Who want to hear real live type shit?
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Who remember that ol' out shit?
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Who wanna hear more thugged out shit?
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Who wanna hear that get out shit?
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Who want to hear some live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' chest out
(What)

But bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, paraphernalia
Weight scales, twelve twelves, and fishtales
Cooked up and up

My life was fucked up, but I looked at it way
If I don't make it this way, then I'm a do it way
Blaze my heat, while I'm after nickels
Fuck six I chase nine zeros

Digits I got four of them, five more of them
Bitches when I told 'em flies bring of them
I fuck 'em never call 'em, my dough have spoiled 'em
Nigga blew roll em but now I'm ignoring them

street life kept bleek tight with heat right
On the ten speed up, nigga word up
You saw me but if not man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack yeah

Who wanna hear more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some real type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember ol' chest out shit?
(What)

Who hear some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get out shit?
(Geah)
Who to hear some real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' out shit?
(What)

My niggaz roll dice in the back
We sip Bacardi Dark wit all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga
Pull out two two's only two, honey

Half the crowd skated which you wanted
This got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron I thought the nigga a thong
The way he froze his arm, said it's on

He stripped to his drawers when he one raw
Took off half ass that nigga spit more
And we all game you niggas heard free game
By soft motherfuckers, for you lame

I fall, I get back, to test my
I heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of that
My worker say thirty off a bundle
the bikers and 'em D's

When they the jungle
So we in the fences
Sit low on the
Keep a small gun in case on in the trenches yo

Who wanna hear some more out shit?
(What)
Who hear that get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who to hear some real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' chest out
(What)

Who hear some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who hear that get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to some real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember ol' chest out shit?
(What)

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out