Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

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

Nigga we represent the get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the past would if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't trust my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with ghetto 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.
move me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny when
parlay get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor I need time to myself on
the ocean those thoughts but I'm brought up
of this independence
caught up sever evil intentions nobody
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
I love my lady
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 what it like [this is
what it like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
on, come on,
on . . .]
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready,

We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I
f**kin the lookin at me sexy take your clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the with your little divide 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
one was making 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 studder but what if I
lost it and came in the office and noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish give a
f**k! O I'm -n- the walkin dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of survival
six rivals, six rival
you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the you don't feel us strapped in
the bed, strapped 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, come on, on.]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

make your body shake when it's too late soon
as you off the safety 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 she peepin go
peep deep in yo
no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of these tricks in the
of these ghetto games
and the fool of this bitch's I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
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
we, battle we, battle we.

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