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 them over there!
out for shots for my real niggas!

Where my thugs my hustlers at?
Where my thugs where my at? Say what?
Where my thugs my hustlers at?
Where my where my hustlers at? Say what?
The in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me my thugs at
my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
The Henny's in me, you change that
Crack the blunt, that bitch up, where my thugs 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 mental's
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 come we choke the fuck up, punk
Bitch ass niggas they can't run with me
Real ass they get it done with me
they want with me
Ha, just the low life I live
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey died
My head busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny with Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, it bout it til I die nigga
Bounce to and if you dig it press rewind

See now my thugs do the and the killin and stealin
my hustlers 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, motherfuckers got loot to get
It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for
So my call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop a six
Came east to the west playin steelo with Beelow
fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he just bought Tito
Then Beelow rolled him through the
Left him bleedin in Reno, a see-note
A or a solid to sell it
Ain't married fuck a ring, the carats for rabbits
'cause a and a thug and a hustler know
You your grip, the bitch got rich 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 get touched
Now they better tear motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we
And we'll rob your ass with the if you show me the money
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 regardless
Fuck, how your 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 went platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug
But I know some be fakin themselves
That's 'cause they
And when get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain't nothin with 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 to my real strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them and hustlers
Hustlers,