Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the fool ya', I will f**k you up.

. . . the
cry
This is what it like [this is
what it sounds like, is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
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, even trust my
boyz watch for the plot and envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with these guns and
erased my Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the still rowdy Jesus
really never died, you crucified 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
full of this
caught up sever evil intentions nobody
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I my lady
we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, when the cry.

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

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

Sony that 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
I......I didn't studder but what if I
lost it and came in the office and nobody with
explosives on top of
Versace give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
and Wish 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 with killas,
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 [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
on, come 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 too late soon
as you flipped off the safety baby we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
widow be the so cheap and at least she peepin go
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' 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 me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're 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 like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].