Luyện nghe bài hát Young Thugs

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

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

Krayzie Bone] (X2)
Young thugs, my thugs,
thugs, my young thu-u-ugs,
young thugs, my thugs,
young thugs, my thu-u-ugs.

[Verse 1: Bone/Wish Bone]

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

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

[Chorus with Bizzy (X2)

[Verse Two: Bizzy Bone]

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

Once a time,
There was a little young runnin' wildin smokin' weed,
and if you was lookin' for whatever, he can get you you need,
down with some props nobody never seem to spot him,
one day shot him, and the drama got started,
now his mama's on the pipe, and bigger in jail,
nigga the cop i see that got story to tell, see,
first he was just chillin, his belly got hungry,
everybody in the out for self, ain't got no money,
so what's a young to do now? (do now?)
ain't nothin' to do but hit the streets and get 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,
before we 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 dead in the grave still not listenin'...

[Chorus With Bizzy (X2)