Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Bone Mag

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

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

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

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

[Krayzie
You see them packin goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they ain't get touched
Now better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga
We all out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they and jewels
diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry
And we'll rob ass with the quickness if you show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a
And you gotta the nuts to be both
And I gotta with the raws
And get with the regardless
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 don't give a (we don't)
Just 'cause I be rappin and all my records platinum
exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I know some niggas be themselves
That's they 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 strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck makin em ya
And gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers,