Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

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

Where my where my hustlers at?
Where my where my hustlers at? Say what?
my thugs where my hustlers at?
Where my thuss where my at? Say what?
The Henny's in me, you change that
the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? me where my thugs at
Where my at? Show me where my thugs at
The Henny's in me, you can't that
the blunt, roll 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?
Nigga my mental's stuck
I be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the up
When the po po come we don't the fuck up, punk
Bitch ass niggas know they can't run me
ass niggas they get it done with me
Because want with me
Ha, it's just the low I live
forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My stays busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny with Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it it til I die nigga
to this and if you dig it press rewind

See now my do the gangsta and the killin and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and
My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin
See, some motherfuckers got 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 and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the playin steelo with Beelow
Niggas fought corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took jewel that he just bought from Tito
Then Beelow him through the desert
Left him in Reno, without a see-note
A section or a solid to it
Ain't married fuck a ring, the carats for rabbits
'cause a pimp and a thug and a know
You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and the hoe, woah

[Krayzie
You see packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the so they ain't even get touched
Now they 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
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't nigga we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the if you show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it a thug and a hustler
And you have the nuts to be both
And I roll with the raws
And get with the regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you
See we the ones that like to the party
Drink all the up and disrespect every nigga in there
'cause we give a fuck (we don't)
'cause I be rappin and all my records went platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug
But I know some be fakin themselves
That's 'cause hoes
And when get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain't nothin wrong bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you
Now I dedicate this to my strugglers
Make em ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and
Hustlers,