Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

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

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the past understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, even trust my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in take bullets to
the brain rowdy Jesus
really never died, you crucified suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days
they parlay get killed when they get tah
the weapon's
close and the said I need time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
full of this
up sever relentless evil intentions nobody
knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, to
mention I my lady
rebel we can get the on, we can get the stroke
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, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
[Come on, on,
on . . .]
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, when the 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 sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with your 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 choice how could you

tell that I was the
one was making 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 give up the Krayzie's Picasso,
Layzie 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 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.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
on, come on, come on.]
. . . when the 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 safety this we all day
don't me you crazy, will
they me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
widow be the demon so and at least she peepin go
peep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my Lucifer
uses the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of ghetto games
and the of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well they're passin me by but I hear
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 it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].