Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

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

Where my where my hustlers at?
my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what?
Where my where my hustlers at?
Where my where my hustlers at? Say what?
The Henny's in me, you change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, my thugs at?
Where my at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my at
The Henny's in me, you change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my at?
Where my thugs at? me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me my thugs at

Now why should locs give a
What? Nigga my mental's
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 choke the fuck up,
Bitch ass know they can't run with me
Real ass niggas get it done with me
Because they with me
Ha, just the low life I live
forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die
Bounce to this and if you dig it rewind

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the and stealin
While my do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, pimpin and illin
My gangsta on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some motherfuckers got to get
It's some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my thugs for the for the hit
And yeah my roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin steelo Beelow
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the
So we took jewel that he just bought from Tito
Then Beelow rolled him through the
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a
A section or a solid to it
married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits
'cause a pimp and a thug and a know
You your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah

[Krayzie
You see them packin niggas in the club, token, smokin bud
no security at the door so they 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 thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and
Just all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
diamond 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 being a and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be
And I gotta roll the raws
And get with the steady
Fuck, how much bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to crash the
all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
'cause we give a fuck (we don't)
Just 'cause I be rappin and all my records went
Don't mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I some niggas be fakin themselves
That's they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be as hell
Ain't nothin wrong bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my strugglers
Make em ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and
Hustlers,