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

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

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

We keepin the on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss at me sexy take your clothes
off but my go soft! never
mix business with your sickness see me flippin
in the picnic 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 you ever

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

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

It'll make your body shake when it's too soon
as you off the safety baby this we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
peep deep in yo
no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
of these ghetto games
and the fool of bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' when it's so cold in a room who's
better come me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, we, battle we.

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