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 tale baggin' rocks
Now give me Bill Gates
A little money

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

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

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

I'm a air it out
Niggas hate Bleek 'cause I right
You'd love to see me frontin'
Wit no right?

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

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)

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

My life was up, but I looked 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 after nickels
Fuck six I nine fuckin' zeros

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

This street life kept tight with heat right
On the ten speed up, nigga word up
You saw me but if not man did
I know I pull gats on for crack shit yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We
For the niggas, Marcy
We out