Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

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

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

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

Big or faces it's been in all places
I was schooled by them older
They showed me how to 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 back on them streets
we played 'em messhall, niggas get 'em on his eats

I'm a foul little nigga, little nigga
to these streets a pump valve little 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
love to see me broke frontin'
Wit no chips

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

But this bleek life my young niggas I ya
I went from a failure, holdin'
Weight scales, twelve twelves, and fishtales
up and bagged up

My life was fucked up, but I 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 them nickels
Fuck six I chase fuckin' zeros

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

This street life kept bleek tight heat right
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 some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' out shit?
(What)

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

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

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

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

I fall, I get back, to test my
I tell heads to hit that, raw get rid of that
My worker say thirty 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 wanna that get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' chest out
(What)

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out