Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media, don't let
the fool ya', I will f**k you up.

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

Nigga we represent the get schizophrenic n
panic the past would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't trust my
boyz for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with going coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny when
they parlay get killed when get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor I need time to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
full of independence
caught up sever relentless evil nobody
knows him even the 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.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
on, come 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
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 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

tell Sony I was the
only one was noise ain't it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never 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 nobody with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes 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 walkin dead up on
the wrong of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, six rival
member you said I read but I roll with killas,
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll your body shake when it's 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 weepin'
be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin go
peep deep in yo
pockets no sleep. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of ghetto games
and the fool of this mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
well they're passin me by but I hear 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 sounds [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the cry, when the thugs cry].