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

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

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

I'm a foul little nigga, little nigga
Dedicated to these a pump valve little 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
love to see me broke frontin'
Wit no right?

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

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

But this bleek life my young niggas I ya
I from a failure, holdin' paraphernalia
Weight scales, twelve twelves, dimes and
up and bagged up

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

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

This street life bleek tight with heat right
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 crack shit

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

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

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

He stripped to his drawers he heard one raw
off half ass when that nigga spit more
And we all spit game you heard free game
By soft motherfuckers, for you motherfuckers

I fall, I get back, to my worth
I tell heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of
My worker take say off a bundle
Dodging the 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 some thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out
(Geah)
Who want to hear real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' out shit?
(What)

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

We
For the niggas, Marcy
We out