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 ready
Compare to fish tale baggin' rocks
Now me Bill Gates money
A strait money

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

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

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

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

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

But this bleek life my niggas I tell ya
I from a failure, holdin' paraphernalia
Weight scales, twelve twelves, dimes and
Cooked up and up

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

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

This street life 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 on y'all for crack shit yeah

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

Who hear some 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)

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

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

He to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when that nigga spit
And we all spit game you niggas heard free
By soft motherfuckers, for you 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 they rush the
So we stash in the
Sit low on the
Keep a small gun in it's on in the trenches yo

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out