Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

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

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still rowdy
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local vocals going coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho deception my brethren but sunny days when
parlay get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor I need time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
of this independence
caught up sever evil intentions nobody
knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, to
mention I love my
we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, when the cry.

This is what it like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
on, come on,
on . . .]
. . . when the thugs cry
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 take clothes
off but my go soft! never
mix business your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with your little and conquer but
my was ready to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz give us a choice how you ever

Sony that I was the
only one was making noise it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I didn't studder but if I
lost it and came in the and nobody noticed with
liquid on top of
Versace clothes give up the Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like Pesci N
and Wish don't give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of survival
six rivals, triple six
you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the 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 what it sounds . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
on, come on, come on.]
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

make your body shake when it's too late soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at she peepin go
peep dead in yo
no sleep. Rollin' 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
casualties they're passin me by but I hear death
callin' when it's so cold in a room stallin'
better come me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

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