Luyện nghe bài hát What A Thug About

Yo Beanie, Mac, rap guerrilla, I'm out for the
Face it ain't no for this killa
Keep your hands I can see 'em, don't make me nervous
This 4-4 mat, you don't deserve this shit

either don't make me make you a believer
I do a talkin', I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your put some in your wig
Your cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib

And I want everything not just of the shit
Got niggas comin' home at like you son of bitch
done took me off, yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook, one you lost

Niggas'll find your bitch to find bricks
See if you love bitch or you love your chips
4-4 shit sendin' slugs to the whip
Sigel, desert eagle, I love this thug shit

Yo, what you really know a thug about?
up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs
me what you really know what a thug about

Yo, what you really know a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs
Tell me what you really know what a about

A true thugs spreads his linked up in bubble
While stay in one lane like the Lincoln Tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one
I don't only sling crack or let the shuffle

I know how to Cee-Lo, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no tellin' first union or
nigga that move put two up in his melon
From the 9-2 parabellum

And I run through cats, I'm a gun cat
One nickel, one black, who that?
I done schooled, my youngin's, tools to my youngin's
Broke food wit my youngin's, rules wit my youngin's

Spark my way outta and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they
They never front they keep it

Yo, what you really know what a about?
Locked up in the bing, no about
On the doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
me what you really know what a thug about

Yo, what you really know a thug about?
up in the bing, no grub about
On the block your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a about

Niggas claim to be thugs, you real suckas
Quick ass runnin', good duckas
Obey the rules my glock unloads
'Cause when I start firin', drop and roll

Duck cars, hide behind poles
I live by the code, anything goes
Real thugs up straight, they never fold
And don't know shit if anything ever blows

Thugs don't wanna talk shit out, they spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk out
wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holster
Face off Cage and Travolta

If you got beef, a gonna roast ya
behind their back, a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack, a thug gonna ya
Lay you out like a thug suppose to