Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Thugz At

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

Forward march, out your weapon
Aim directly for the
Buck the brain and make sure stop
And listen to the shells
As we steady poppin' round round
Off trumpets around us
through the motherfuckin' mud
And rain on a mission

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

see how real it is when we start blasting
Fake always shoot real blanks
We in the tanks
If was real they'd probably crumble
How you to rumble
When you of what's in the jungle, nigga
Why you tell people you was killas

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

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

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the
sure the enemies weak before we invade 'em
Then we 'em, organization is a factor
Comin, the warrior slash the mad rapper
Makin, jump out the bushes troopers attack
And the of the adversaries bring 'em back to me
If you scared you the first nigga and the field is gettin' deeper

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

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

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

Thugs everywhere, you see them wanna be 'em
Meet the real thuggish, ruggish niggas out of
The wasteland warriors execution style
your body smelling foul
I stay thugged out and enhance my thug
Gotta keep my sharper than a pencil

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

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

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