Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media
Don't let the light skin fool
I fuck you up

Chorus: Bizzy

This is what it like, when thugz cry (3X)
is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when cry
This is what it sounds like, when cry (4X)
This is what it sounds
when thugz cry, when cry

Verse One: Bone

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic
Maybe the past understand
If they'd get off ass and mash
How do you
Paranoid, don't trust my boyz
Watch for the plot and envoys
Scopin like a fiend
But I'm smokin in the
these ghetto guns and erase my funds
Watts niggas in Cali take to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus never died
You mutual suicide, who am I?
Local with vocals coast to coast
move me right fo sho
Deception weather my
but sunny days when they
Get killed they get to steppin
Member the close
and the doctor
I need to myself on the ocean
Those thoughts
But I'm brought up of independent
up sever relentless
Evil nobody knows him
the henchmen warrior, poet,
never did
I love my rebel
We can get this stroke on, we can get stroke on,
and we can get this on, and we can get this stroke on.

Verse Two: Bone

We the light on at Ruthless and
I ain't fuckin the
lookin at me
your clothes off
but my go soft!
Never mix with your sickness
Enemy see me in the picnic
with your lil' and conquer
but my sister was to bomb her!
Get off the and off my voice
Me and my
us a choice
How could you tell that i was the
only one noise
Ain't it a breech of
Look in the gutter,unh, judge yo book
by cover word to the motherfucka
I....I didn't but what if I lost it and
came in the office and nobody
liquid explosive on top of Versace
clothes give up the
Krayzie's Picasso, lil' like Caesar,
like lil' Pesi N Casino and
Wish don't a fuck! O
I'm Gambino -n- the dead
up on the wrong side of the bed
Bible of Triple six rivals, triple six rivals
Member you I read but rode with
Killas, that'll bust in tha club you don't
us strapped in the bed
Strapped pickin up the in the realist,
the realist, the realist, the realist.

Verse Three: Bone

It'll make your body shake when too late soon as
you flipped off the saftey this we all day
tell me you crazy
Will they sell me? Naw!
For the this weepin widow be the demon
so cheap and at least she go go peep deep
dead in yo no sleep
Rollin my crucifix Lucifer usually uses
the rule of these wicked in the school
of these ghetto games and the fool of bitch mist
I say shame, shame, shame.
attacking me
Actually I'm in the grain ask Mr.
casualties well they're passin me by
but I hear death callin when it's so cold in the
who's better come after me
We say y'all
all in the we, battle we, battle we.

When
When
When
thugz
When
When
When
When
When cry