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 your ready rock
Compare to this fish baggin' rocks
Now give me Bill Gates
A strait money

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

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

I'm a little nigga, wild little nigga
to these 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 hate Bleek 'cause I right
You'd love to see me frontin'
Wit no right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I fall, I get back, to my worth
I heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of that
My worker take say off a bundle
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 hear some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who hear that get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' out shit?
(What)

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

We
For the niggas, Marcy
We out