Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

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

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

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

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 pimpin and
My gangsta on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some got loot to get
It's just some motherfuckers can't for shit
So my hustlers my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin steelo with
Niggas fought corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every that he just bought from Tito
Beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a
A section or a to sell it
Ain't married 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 niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the so they ain't even get touched
Now better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, and boots
watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't 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 have the to be both
And I gotta with the raws
And get with the steady
Fuck, how much your bitch and how niggas you with
See we the ones that to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect nigga in there
'cause we don't a fuck (we don't)
Just 'cause I be 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 they get up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but 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, makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, thugs and hustlers
Hustlers,