Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

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

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

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

Big or small faces been in all places
I was schooled by them guys
showed me how to drive these [Incomprehensible]
Chop deuces and old

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

I'm a foul little nigga, wild little
Dedicated to streets a pump 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 Bleek 'cause I live right
You'd to see me broke frontin'
Wit no chips

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 that ol' chest out shit?
(What)

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

But bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
I went a failure, holdin' paraphernalia
Weight scales, twelves, dimes and fishtales
up and bagged up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out