Luyện nghe bài hát What A Thug About

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, what you really know a thug 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

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

I how to play Cee-Lo, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no first union or Mellan
First that 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 that?
I done schooled, my youngin's, gave to my youngin's
Broke food wit my youngin's, broke wit my youngin's

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

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

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

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

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

Thugs don't wanna talk shit out, they wanna shit out
Till the cops an chalk 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 their back, a thug gonna approach ya
Right of stack, a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a suppose to