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 . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].

Nigga we the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the past would understand if get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even my
watch for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with these guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take to
the brain still Jesus
really never died, you crucified suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll move me fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny when
they parlay get killed when they get tah
the weapon's
close and the doctor I need 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
I love my lady
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, the thugs cry.

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

We keepin the lights on at and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take your
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business with sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with your little divide and but
my was ready to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz give us a how could you ever

Sony that I was the
only one was making noise it a breech of
trust in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book 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
Versace give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
and Wish don't give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I roll 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 like [this is
what it like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, come on, on.]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make your body shake when it's too soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
don't me you crazy, will
they me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
peep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' my crucifix Lucifer
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of these games
and the fool of bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're passin me by but I death
callin' when it's so cold in a room 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 . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].