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 what it like . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the cry, when 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, even trust my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take to
the brain still rowdy
really died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho weather my brethren but sunny days when
they parlay get killed when get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I need to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
of this independence
caught up relentless evil intentions nobody
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, when the cry.

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

We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I
f**kin the boss at me sexy take your clothes
off but my go soft! never
mix business with sickness enemy see me flippin
in the with your little divide and conquer but
my sister was to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz us a choice how could you ever

tell 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 didn't studder but if I
lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed
liquid on top of
clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and 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, six rival
member you said I read but I with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't feel us in
the bed, pickin up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, come on, on.]
. . . when the thugs cry
the cry, when the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make body shake when it's too late soon
as you flipped off the safety this we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For this weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at she peepin go
peep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of these games
and the fool of this bitch's I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well they're me by but I hear death
when it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
better after me, we say
fucK all in the
battle we, we, battle we.

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