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 like is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the 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, even trust my
boyz for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take to
the still rowdy Jesus
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception weather my but sunny days when
parlay get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor said I time to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
full of this
up sever relentless evil intentions nobody
knows him the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I 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 sounds [this is
it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Come on, on,
on . . .]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready,

We the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take your
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business with your enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with your little divide and but
my was ready 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 making noise ain't it a of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I studder but what if I
it and came in the office and nobody noticed with
liquid on top of
clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and don't give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of triple
six rivals, triple six
member you I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't feel us in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

This is what it sounds [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, come on, on.]
. . . when the cry [when
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 sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
peep deep 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 bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. attacking me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're me by but I hear death
when it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
better come me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

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