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 auto mat, you don't this shit

Kids either don't make me 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 want not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin' home at like you son of bitch
Nigga done me off, yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink no crook, one look you lost

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, what you know 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

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

claim to be thugs, you real fuckin' 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
Know I by the code, anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight, they fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever

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

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