Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the fool ya', I will f**k you up.

. . . the
cry
This is it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].

Nigga we represent the planet get n
panic the past would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, even trust my
boyz for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with these guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take to
the brain still rowdy
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals going to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days
parlay get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
and the doctor said I need time to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
full of this
caught up sever relentless evil nobody
knows him the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, the thugs cry.

This is it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
on, come on,
on . . .]
. . . when the cry [when
the cry, when the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready,

We keepin the lights on at and I ain't
the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with your little and conquer but
my was ready to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz give us a choice how could you

tell Sony I was the
only one was noise ain't it a breech of
look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I studder but what if I
it and came in the office and nobody noticed with
liquid on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish don't a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead up on
the wrong side of the bed. of survival triple
six rivals, six rival
member you said I read but I roll with killas,
that'll in the club you don't feel us strapped in
the bed, pickin up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
on, come on, come on.]
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make your body shake when too late soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' my crucifix Lucifer
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of these games
and the fool of bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're passin me by but I death
callin' when so cold in a room who's stallin'
come after me, we say
fucK all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

This is it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the cry, when the thugs cry].