Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

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

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

Now why locs give a fuck?
Nigga my mental's stuck
I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the up
Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the up
When the po po come we don't choke the up, punk
Bitch ass niggas know they run with me
Real ass niggas they get it with me
Because they with me
Ha, it's just the low I live
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my done died
My head stays
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with
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 and the killin and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for
My be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
My gangsta on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some got loot to get
It's just some can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers my thugs 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 drinkin corpse, too cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he bought from Tito
Beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, a see-note
A section or a solid to it
Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for
a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe,

[Krayzie
You see them niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no at the door so they ain't even get touched
Now they better tear this 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 talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't 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 to be both
And I roll with the raws
And get with the steady
Fuck, how your bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to the party
Drink all the 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
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Mentality
But I know some niggas be fakin
That's 'cause they
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as
Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you
Now I dedicate this to my real
Make em feel ya, makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and
Hustlers,