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

Kids either 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
baby's cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib

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

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

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

Yo, what you really 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 thugs 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 sling or let the cards shuffle

I know how to play Cee-Lo, set it off like
no tellin' 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 to my youngin's
Broke food wit my youngin's, broke rules wit my

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

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 really what a thug about

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

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

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

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

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