Luyện nghe bài hát What A Thug About

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

Kids either make me make you a believer
I do a lotta talkin', I speak wit the
run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I run cats, I'm a true gun cat
One nickel, one black, who want
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
my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say they feel
They front they keep it real

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

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

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

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

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

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