Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, 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 it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].

Nigga we the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the past would if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't trust my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, 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 weather my brethren but sunny days when
they get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor said I need to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless intentions nobody
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never 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, the thugs cry.

This is it sounds like [this is
what it like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Come on, on,
on . . .]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the 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 dick'll go soft!
mix business with sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with little divide 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 could you

tell Sony 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 studder but what if I
lost it and came in the and nobody noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' 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 triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I roll 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.

This is 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 baby this we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin go
peep deep in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my Lucifer
usually uses the rule of wicked tricks in the
school of ghetto games
and the fool of this mist I say shame, shame,
shame. attacking me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well they're me by but I hear death
callin' when 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 sounds like is
it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the cry, when the thugs cry].