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 hands where I can see 'em, don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat, you don't deserve shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know how to play Cee-Lo, set it off Cleo
Ain't no first union or Mellan
First nigga that put two up in his melon
From the 9-2 emberetem

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, broke wit my youngin's

Spark my way outta shit and had bad run
Talked my way outta shit and death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what feel
They never they keep it real

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

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

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

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

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

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