Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the light-skin ya', I will 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 the past would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you Paranoid, don't even trust my
boyz for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz these ghetto guns and
erased my Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain rowdy Jesus
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll move me fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days
they get killed when they get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I need time to on
the ocean those frivolous but I'm brought up
full of independence
caught up sever relentless evil intentions
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, the thugs cry.

This is what it sounds like 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 the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't
the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes
off but my go soft! never
mix with your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with 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

Sony that I was the
only one was making noise ain't it a of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never 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 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 Gambino -n- the dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of triple
six rivals, six rival
member you said I 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 like [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
on, come on, come on.]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the 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
don't me you crazy, will
sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
peep deep in yo
no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of these wicked in the
school of these games
and the fool of this mist I say shame, shame,
shame. attacking me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
well they're passin me by but I hear death
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 sounds [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].