Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

(Mag)]
Aw shit! we go!
Aw there go my niggas there!
there go my thugs over there!
There go them bitches there!
Look out for for my real niggas!

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

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

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the and stealin
While my do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this club on the realin
See, some got loot to get
It's just some motherfuckers shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the playin steelo with Beelow
Niggas drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel he just bought from Tito
Then rolled him through the desert
him bleedin in Reno, without a see-note
A section or a solid to it
Ain't married a ring, save the carats for rabbits
'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 packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get
Now they better this motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you me the money
it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the to be both
And I gotta roll the raws
And get with the steady
Fuck, how much your and how many niggas you with
See we the that like to crash the party
Drink all the up and disrespect every nigga in there
'cause we give a fuck (we don't)
Just 'cause I be and all my records went platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Mentality
But I know some niggas be themselves
That's they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations be scared as hell
nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you
Now I dedicate this to my strugglers
em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, thugs and hustlers
Hustlers,