Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Krayzie Mag

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

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

Now why locs give a fuck?
What? Nigga my stuck
I gotta be dirty damn all the time, strapped the fuck up
Post the up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
When the po po come we don't choke the up, punk
Bitch ass know they can't run with me
Real ass niggas they get it with me
they want with me
Ha, it's just the low life I
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done
My stays busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed 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 and stealin
my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight and illin
My gangsta thugs on club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some got loot to get
It's just motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the playin steelo with Beelow
fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took jewel that he just bought from Tito
Then rolled 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, save the carats for
'cause a pimp and a thug and a hustler
You trick your grip, the bitch got and you's the hoe, woah

[Krayzie
You see them niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they even get touched
Now they better this motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, them nigga what
We all out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we hatin nigga we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you me the money
Call it whatever my but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta the nuts to be both
And I gotta with the raws
And get with the steady
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many you with
See we the ones like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and every nigga in there
'cause we don't a fuck (we don't)
Just 'cause I be rappin and all my went platinum
Don't mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I know some niggas be themselves
That's 'cause they
And when they get up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain't 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
em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers,