Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Thugz At

Buck buck fuck my thugs at?
the fuck my thugs at?
Are you for war?
Got to be for war

Forward march, out your weapon
Aim for the heart
Buck the brain and sure everything stop
And to the shells drop
As we steady poppin' round after
Off fade around us
Bailin' the motherfuckin' mud
And rain niggas on a

Shirt of bloodstains but I'm still livin'
'Cause I got the and the skills
To make it out the field alive and killin' still
This the type of shit I you want got our suits on
Knowin' and to die with our boots on
Dressed in fatigues this is real we ain't no
We wear this shit for no fashion

You'll see how real it is when we blasting
Fake niggas always shoot real
We in the steel
If this was real probably crumble
How you to rumble
you scared of what's in the jungle, nigga
Why you tell them people you was

I put this on my dead
When they we gon' tear it up
Torpedo one, bomb, two to see the destruction
Military minded so win
Strategize, all I'm fuckin' 'bout is strategies
It's all reality and nigga that's me

buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my at?
Are you for war?
Got to be for war

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the
Makin' the enemies weak before we invade 'em
we break 'em, organization is a factor
Comin, from the warrior slash the mad
Makin, pushes jump out the bushes troopers
And the heads of the bring 'em back to me
If you scared you the first nigga dead and the field is deeper

Drama thicker so I pull my pistol quicker
Kill 'em all if they ain't on your
But watch out for the trying to infiltrate
The know what I mean
We headed for the center
Free all the and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck shit up and get rid of

The law of course voluntarily or by
shit just goes on and on
It don't stop until the body rot and casket drop
In the W A R we are the mighty, the
The mighty, mighty ready
If they spittin' we send them bitches slugs
Back it's like that buck buck

Buck buck fuck where my at?
Where the fuck my at?
Are you ready for
Got to be for war

Thugs everywhere, you see them niggas be 'em
Meet the real thuggish, niggas out of Cleveland
The wasteland warriors wild style
your body smelling foul
I stay thugged out and my thug mentality
Gotta my mental sharper than a pencil

Got bullets in the though and you in danger
If you anger me you'll me the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, get too close
I'll blow your fuckin' head right off shoulders
'Cause everything to me is war I'm in horror
I'll die before
(Fuck that)

Fuckin' with these down to the last clip
Remember the casualties departed
Keep at these coppers
And drop 'em in your honor
You can rest in peace, killas deceased
Where my at buck buck
Get 'em up so I can see 'em

Buck buck fuck my thugs at?
Where the my thugs at?
Are you ready for
Got to be for war