Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
Niggas duro
New shit, new
We
out
out
Remember you heard it first

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My niggaz roll dice in the park
We sip Bacardi wit Sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug lose
Pull out two only catch two, honey

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

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

I fall, I get back, to my worth
I tell to hit that, it's raw get rid of that
My worker take say off a bundle
Dodging the and 'em D's

When rush the jungle
So we stash in the
Sit low on the
Keep a small gun in it's on in the trenches yo

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

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out