Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
Niggas duro
New shit, new
We
out
out
Remember where you heard it

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 been in all places
I was schooled by older guys
They showed me how to drive these
Chop and old rubbers

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

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

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

Who wanna hear some more out shit?
(What)
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Who want to hear some real live type
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Who wanna hear that get out shit?
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Who that ol' chest out shit?
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But this bleek life my young I tell ya
I from a failure, holdin' paraphernalia
Weight scales, twelve twelves, 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
six I chase nine fuckin' zeros

Digits I got of them, want five more of them
when I told 'em flies bring 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 up, nigga word up
You saw me but if not man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack yeah

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

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

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

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

He stripped to his drawers when he one raw
Took off half ass when that nigga spit
And we all spit game you 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 the jungle
So we stash in the
Sit low on the
Keep a small gun in case 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 remember that ol' out shit?
(What)

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

We
For the niggas, Marcy
We out