Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the light-skin fool ya', I will you up.

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

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the past would if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you Paranoid, don't even trust my
boyz watch for the and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take to
the still rowdy Jesus
really never died, you crucified suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception my brethren but sunny days when
they parlay get when they get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I time to myself on
the those frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
full of this
caught up sever relentless evil intentions
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
I love 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, the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready,

We keepin the on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss at me sexy take your clothes
off but my go soft! never
mix business with your sickness see me flippin
in the picnic your little divide and conquer but
my sister was to
her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
me and my give us a choice how could you ever

Sony that 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
I......I didn't studder but what if I
lost it and in the office and nobody noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and don't give a
f**k! O I'm -n- the walkin dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of triple
six rivals, six rival
member you I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, pickin up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, 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 your body shake when it's too late soon
as you flipped off the safety baby we all day
don't me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason weepin'
widow be the so cheap and at least she peepin go
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix
usually the rule of these wicked tricks in the
school of ghetto games
and the fool of this bitch's I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're me by but I hear death
callin' it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
better come me, we say
fucK all in the
battle we, we, battle we.

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