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 what it 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
maybe the past 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 envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with these guns and
erased my funds Watts, in Cali take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho weather my brethren but sunny days when
they parlay get when they get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the said I need time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless evil nobody
him even the henchmen 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 like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
on, come on,
on . . .]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the cry, when the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready,

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

tell Sony I was the
only one was making ain't it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, judge yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I studder but what if I
lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed
liquid on top of
Versace clothes give up the Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish don't a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the dead wake up on
the wrong of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, triple six
you said I read 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.

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

It'll make your body when it's too late soon
as you off the safety baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this
be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin go
peep deep in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix
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. attacking me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' when it's so cold in a room stallin'
better after me, we say
fucK all in the
we, battle we, battle we.

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