Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

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

Nigga we represent the planet get n
panic maybe the would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, even trust my
boyz for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with ghetto guns and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
really died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with going coast to coast.
Heaven'll move me fo
sho deception weather my brethren but days when
they parlay get killed when get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor I need time to myself on
the ocean those thoughts but I'm brought up
full of independence
up sever relentless evil intentions nobody
knows him even the 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, the thugs cry.

This is what it sounds like is
what it sounds like, is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Come on, 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 with your enemy see me flippin
in the with your little 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

Sony that I was the
only one was making noise it a breech of
look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by
its cover, to the
I......I didn't studder 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 Wish don't a
f**k! O I'm -n- the walkin dead wake up on
the wrong of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I roll with killas,
that'll bust in the you don't feel 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, . . .
come on, come on, on.]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make your body shake 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
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of these tricks in the
school of these games
and the of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're passin me by but I hear
when it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
better come 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 what it like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].