Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
bleek 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 baggin' rocks
Now give me Gates money
A little money

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

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

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

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

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Who wanna hear that get out shit?
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But this bleek life my niggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin'
Weight scales, twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and up

My life was up, but I looked at it this way
If I don't make it this way, then I'm a do it way
Blaze my heat, while I'm them nickels
Fuck six I nine fuckin' zeros

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

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

Who wanna hear more thugged out shit?
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Who wanna that get smoked out shit?
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Who want to hear some live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember ol' chest out shit?
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Who wanna some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some live type shit?
(Huh)
Who that ol' chest out shit?
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My roll dice in the back park
We sip Bacardi Dark wit all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug lose
Pull out two only catch two, honey

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

He to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when that nigga more
And we all spit game you niggas 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 take say thirty off a bundle
the bikers and 'em D's

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

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' chest out
(What)

Who wanna hear some 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)

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out