Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

. . . the
cry
This is what it sounds [this is
it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, 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 Paranoid, don't even trust my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz these ghetto guns and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still rowdy
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days
parlay get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor said I need to myself on
the ocean those frivolous but I'm brought up
full of independence
caught up relentless evil intentions nobody
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
rebel we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, the thugs cry.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Come on, on,
on . . .]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, 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 enemy see me flippin
in the picnic your little divide and conquer but
my was ready to
her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
me and my boyz give us a how could you ever

tell Sony I was the
only one was noise ain't it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, judge yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I didn't but what if I
lost it and came in the office and noticed with
liquid on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like Pesci N
Casino and don't give a
f**k! O I'm -n- the walkin dead wake up on
the side of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, six rival
member you said I read but I roll killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll your body shake when it's too late soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this
widow be the demon so cheap and at she peepin go
peep deep in yo
pockets no sleep. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of these wicked in the
school of these ghetto
and the fool of bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. attacking me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well they're passin me by but I hear
callin' when it's so in a room who's stallin'
better after me, we say
fucK all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

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