Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
Niggas duro
New shit, new
We
out
out
Remember where you 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 strait money

Big or small faces it's been in all
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 wit his chest out gettin' stocked up
We trade war stories back on streets
When we 'em messhall, niggas get 'em on his eats

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

Who wanna hear some 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)

Who hear some more thugged out shit?
(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)

But bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
I from a failure, holdin' 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 way, then I'm a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while I'm them nickels
Fuck six I chase nine fuckin'

Digits I got four of them, five more of them
Bitches I told 'em flies bring more of them
I fuck 'em call 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em
Nigga blew roll em but now I'm ignoring them

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

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

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

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

He stripped to his when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when that nigga spit
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 take say thirty off a bundle
the bikers and 'em D's

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

Who wanna hear some 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' out shit?
(What)

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out