Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the light-skin 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, the thugs cry].

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic the past would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, even trust my
watch for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz these ghetto guns and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain rowdy Jesus
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local vocals going coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho deception weather my but sunny days when
they parlay get killed when get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I need to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
full of this
caught up sever relentless evil intentions
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, when the cry.

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

We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I
the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes
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
her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
me and my give us a choice how could you ever

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

This is 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, 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
don't tell me you crazy,
sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
peep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of wicked tricks in the
school of these ghetto
and the fool of this mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' when it's so cold in a room 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, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].