Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media, don't let
the light-skin fool ya', I f**k you up.

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

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't trust my
watch for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still rowdy
never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals going to coast.
Heaven'll move me fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny when
they parlay get killed when get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor said I need time to on
the ocean those thoughts but I'm brought up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless intentions nobody
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
I love my lady
rebel we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, the thugs cry.

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

We keepin the on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take your
off but my go soft! never
mix business with sickness enemy see me flippin
in the with your little divide and conquer but
my sister was to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz give us a choice how could you

tell that I was the
only one was making noise ain't it a of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never yo book by
its cover, to the
I......I didn't studder but what if I
lost it and in the office and nobody noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and don't give a
f**k! O I'm -n- the walkin dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't feel us in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

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

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