Luyện nghe bài hát Young Thugs

[Intro: Bone]
Hey thugs, the world is yours.
The world, the world, the is yours.

[Bizzy Bone : over lapping chorus]
" bust all down,
y'all the end
when i them all down (x2)
y'all the end"

[Chorus: Krayzie (X2)
Young thugs, my thugs,
young thugs, my thu-u-ugs,
thugs, my young thugs,
young thugs, my thu-u-ugs.

[Verse 1: Bone/Wish Bone]

Standin' is a broken thug, (that's me)
who wanna go home, (no...)
rather here frozen up,
hangin' out in the cold, below,
tryin' to his soul,
the mind is gone,
tryin' to find that road,
and keep on, on, on, on,
rollin' on, you better rollin' on, on, on, on,
rollin' on, you better rollin' on.

Everytime I look into the mirror on thinkin' I'm wrong, cause
I thug, I thug,
all I see back is a thug,
and I know I did wrong, thug, young thug,
It's amazing how they give them second chances and they let us on, all thugs, all thugs,
T.H.U.G., is all I be,
all my little fellas really thuggin' me,
we done did it straight poverty, we broke in them homes!,
make them stop it cause you know them thugs is gonna on!

[Chorus with Bizzy (X2)

[Verse Two: Bizzy Bone/Layzie

See got it goin' on,
but she was in a fucked up home,
and nobody filling her mama's seen a vista, (?)
the niggas beat us every time she's gone,
and ain't nobody her, here we go, again,
there he go again, I don't be here no more,
now I'm havin' a baby, only nigga help me,
(you don't have to me, he went crazy and he left ya),
yea that nigga went crazy, but I thank him for the love, all I've got, (wha)
baby got it goin' on, nineteen, nail shop, drop, bling watch, I never fail,
who sippin with the head off, rep the prop, who a fuck about a nigga now,
I don't, and the don't stop, yea,
the casket drops, yea,
I'm all I've got, got, got...

Once a time,
There was a little young nigga runnin' smokin' weed,
and if you was for whatever, he can get you what you need,
down with some props nobody never seem to spot him,
one day somebody him, and the drama got started,
now his on the pipe, and bigger brother's in jail,
nigga the cop i see that got story to tell, see,
first he was just chillin, then his got hungry,
everybody in the out for self, ain't got no money,
so what's a young thug to do (do now?)
nothin' to do but hit the streets and get some heat n' put the rules down,
that's he get the hustla, off to the races,
tryin' to win it while he in it, badder, catchin' cases,
we knew it he was in too deep,
to run and no where to hide, he was in too deep,
he culda his life but no he didn't,
now the little nigga layin' dead in the grave not listenin'...

[Chorus Bizzy Bone] (X2)