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

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

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

I'm a foul nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these a pump valve little nigga
You hear about my
Bitches I don't care about, I'm a man about

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

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' chest out
(What)

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

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

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

Digits I got of them, want 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 heat
On the ten speed herbed up, word up
You saw me but if not man did
I I pull gats on y'all for crack shit yeah

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

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

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

He stripped to his drawers when he 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 my worth
I tell to hit that, it's raw get rid of that
My worker take say thirty off a
Dodging the and 'em D's

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

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

We
For the niggas, Marcy
We out