Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
Niggas 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 it's in all places
I was schooled by older guys
They showed me how to drive [Incomprehensible]
deuces and old rubbers

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

I'm a foul little nigga, little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a pump little nigga
You hear about my
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 love to see me broke
Wit no chips

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

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

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

My life was fucked up, but I looked at it way
If I make it this way, then I'm a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while I'm after them
Fuck six I chase nine zeros

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

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

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

Who wanna hear some more thugged out
(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)

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

the crowd skated when 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 froze his arm, duke it's on

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

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

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

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

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out