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 rock
to this fish tale baggin' rocks
Now give me Gates money
A strait money

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

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

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

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

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

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

But this bleek life my niggas I tell 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 this way, I'm a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while I'm after them
Fuck six I chase fuckin' zeros

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

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

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

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

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

Half the skated when which you wanted
This nigga got shaky and panic when you
When he saw the black kron I thought the wore a thong
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 spit more
And we all spit game you niggas free game
By soft motherfuckers, for you lame

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

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

Who wanna some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna that 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 thugged out
(What)
Who wanna hear that get 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