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

Nigga we represent the planet get n
panic the past would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't trust my
boyz watch for the and deploys envoys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, in Cali take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
really never died, you crucified suicide. Who
am I? Local vocals going coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days
they get killed when they get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
full of independence
caught up sever relentless evil intentions
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
I love my lady
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, the thugs cry.

This is what it sounds [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
on, come on,
on . . .]
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready,

We the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the with your 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 how could you ever

tell that I was the
only one was making noise it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, judge yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I didn't studder but if I
lost it and came in the office and nobody with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish 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, triple six
you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll make your shake when it's too late soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix
usually uses the rule of these tricks in the
of these ghetto games
and the fool of bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well they're passin me by but I hear
callin' when it's so cold in a who's stallin'
better come me, we say
fucK all in the
battle we, 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].