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 your ready rock
Compare to this fish tale baggin'
Now me Bill Gates money
A little strait

Big or small it's been in all places
I was by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these
deuces and old rubbers

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

I'm a foul little nigga, wild nigga
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve nigga
You hear about my
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 broke
Wit no right?

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

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 remember that ol' chest out
(What)

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

My life was fucked up, but I at it this way
If I make it this way, then I'm a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while I'm after them
Fuck six I nine fuckin' zeros

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

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

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

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 that ol' out shit?
(What)

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

Half the crowd skated when you wanted
This nigga got shaky and panic you fronted
he saw the black kron I thought the nigga wore a thong
The way he froze his arm, duke said on

He to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when 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 heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of
My worker take say thirty off a
the bikers and 'em D's

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

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

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out