Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media
let the light skin fool y'all
I will you up

Bizzy Bone

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

Verse One: Bizzy

Nigga we the planet get schizophrenic n panic
Maybe the would understand
If get off there ass and mash
How do you
Paranoid, don't even my boyz
Watch for the plot and envoys
like a dope fiend
But I'm smokin in the
With these ghetto guns and my funds
Watts niggas in take bullets to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus really died
You mutual suicide, who am I?
Local with vocals going coast to
move me right fo sho
Deception my brethren
but sunny days they parlay
Get killed they get to steppin
Member the close
and the doctor
I time to myself on the ocean
frivolous thoughts
But I'm brought up of independent
Caught up relentless
intentions nobody knows him
Even the warrior, poet,
did mention
I love my lady
We can get this on, we can get this stroke on,
and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this on.

Verse Two: Bizzy

We the light on at Ruthless and
I fuckin the boss
lookin at me
Take clothes off
but my go soft!
Never mix bussiness with your
Enemy see me in the picnic
with your lil' and conquer
but my sister was to bomb her!
Get off the dizznik and off my
Me and my
Give us a
How could you tell that i was the
one making noise
Ain't it a of trust
in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
by it's word to the motherfucka
I....I didn't stutter but what if I it and
in the office and nobody noticed
with liquid on top of Versace
clothes up the ghost
Krayzie's Picasso, Layzie like Caesar,
Stacks like lil' Pesi N and
Wish don't a fuck! O
I'm Gambino -n- the dead
up on the wrong side of the bed
Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six
Member you said I but rode with
Killas, Niggas that'll 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 it's too late soon as
you off the saftey baby this we all day
tell me you crazy
Will they me? Hell Naw!
For the reason this weepin widow be the
so cheap and at least she go go peep deep
dead in yo pockets no
Rollin my crucifix Lucifer usually uses
the of these wicked tricks in the school
of these ghetto games and the of this bitch mist
I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies me
Actually I'm in the ask Mr. Majesty
These casualties they're passin me by
but I hear callin when it's so cold in the room
who's stalling better come me
We say fuck
all in the battle we, we, battle we.

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