Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

(Mag)]
Aw shit! we go!
Aw go my niggas over there!
Yeah there go my over there!
There go bitches over there!
out for shots for my real niggas!

Where my thugs my hustlers at?
my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what?
Where my thugs where my at?
my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what?
The in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll bitch up, where my thugs at?
my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me my thugs at
The Henny's in me, you can't change
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my at?
Where my at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me my thugs at

Now why should give a fuck?
What? Nigga my stuck
I be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
When the po po come we don't the fuck up, punk
Bitch ass know they can't run with me
Real ass niggas they get it done me
Because they want me
Ha, it's just the low life I
forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head stays
All day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it it til I die nigga
Bounce to this and if you dig it press

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and
While my hustlers do the and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and
My thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, motherfuckers got loot to get
It's some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the like a six
Came from east to the west steelo with Beelow
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he bought from Tito
Beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a
A or a solid to sell it
Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for
'cause a pimp and a and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the bitch got and you's the hoe, woah

[Krayzie
You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, bud
Ain't no security at the door so ain't even get touched
Now they better tear motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them what
We all out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it a thug and a hustler
And you gotta the nuts to be both
And I gotta roll with the
And get the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you
See we the that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and every nigga in there
'cause we don't give a (we don't)
Just I be rappin and all my records went platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug
But I know some niggas be themselves
That's 'cause hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be as hell
Ain't nothin with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax lies about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my real
Make em feel ya, makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them and hustlers
Hustlers,