Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

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

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

I'm on now therefore your ready
Compare to this fish tale baggin'
Now give me Bill 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 these
Chop deuces and old

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

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

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

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

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

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

My was fucked up, but I looked at it this way
If I don't make it this way, 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 five of them
Bitches when I told 'em bring more of them
I fuck 'em never call 'em, my must have spoiled 'em
Nigga blew wit' em but now I'm ignoring them

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

Who wanna hear some 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)

My niggaz dice in the back park
We sip Bacardi Dark wit all night
the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
Pull out two two's catch 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 froze his arm, duke it's on

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

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

When rush the jungle
So we stash in the
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 hear that get smoked out
(Geah)
Who want to some real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember ol' chest out shit?
(What)

Who wanna hear some more thugged out
(What)
Who wanna hear 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