Luyện nghe bài hát Young Thugs

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

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

Everytime I look into the keep on thinkin' I'm wrong, cause
I thug, I thug,
all I see lookin' is a thug,
and I know I did wrong, thug, young 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 fellas really thuggin' with me,
we done did it straight from poverty, we broke in homes!,
make them stop it you know them thugs is gonna live on!

with Bizzy Bone] (X2)

[Verse Bizzy Bone/Layzie Bone]

See got it goin' on,
but she was in a fucked up home,
and ain't nobody filling her mama's a vista, (?)
the niggas that'll us every time she's gone,
and nobody release her, here we go, again,
there he go again, I don't wanna be no more,
now I'm havin' a baby, nigga that help me,
(you don't to tell me, he went crazy and he left ya),
yea that nigga went crazy, but I thank him for the love, that's all got, (wha)
baby got it goin' on, nineteen, nail shop, drop, bling watch, I never fail,
who sippin with the off, rep the prop, who give 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' wildin 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 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,
he was just chillin, then his belly 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,
to win it while he in it, actin' badder, catchin' cases,
before we it he was in too deep,
nowhere to run and no 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)