Luyện nghe bài hát What A Thug About

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Duck cars, hide behind poles
I live by the code, anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight, they fold
And don't know shit if anything ever blows

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

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