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

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

We keepin the lights on at and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy your clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business with your sickness see me flippin
in the picnic 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
only one was making noise 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
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' like 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 wrong of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, six rival
member you said I but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll in the club you don't 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, . . .
come on, on, come on.]
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make your shake when it's too late soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
sell 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. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of these games
and the of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the
ask Mr. these
casualties well they're me by but I hear death
callin' when so cold in a room who's stallin'
better come me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, we, battle we.

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