Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Bone Mag

(Mag)]
Aw shit! we go!
Aw there go my over there!
Yeah there go my over there!
There go bitches 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 thugs where my at?
Where my where my hustlers at? Say what?
The Henny's in me, you can't change
Crack the blunt, roll bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? me where my thugs at
my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
The Henny's in me, you can't that
Crack the blunt, that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? me where my thugs at

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

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and
While my do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this on the motherfuckin realin
See, motherfuckers got loot to get
It's just some can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop a six
from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow
Niggas fought corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he just bought from
Then Beelow him through the desert
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 hustler
You trick your grip, the got rich 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 they tear this 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 watchin all the loud talkers they cheese and jewels
diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry
And rob your 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 roll with the raws
And get with the steady
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many you with
See we the that like to crash the party
Drink all the up and disrespect every nigga in there
'cause we don't a fuck (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 'cause hoes
And when they get up in confrontations they 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 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, thugs and hustlers
Hustlers,