Luyện nghe bài hát A Thugga' Level

Big ballin' bitch like Boss come like it ain't no thang
chase, hustlin' nothin' changed
Ask me again I'll you the same
hustle the fame nigga, muscle the game

Put it in the street for mine
24/7, on the grind
For days and days I at the cops
Enough grenades to get at the

I'm a smuggler
Part bitch, part thug, hustla
You lift my crib and I'm ya
No love for ya, draw from ya

a nigga like you dreamin' to Boss
And you fiendin' to and who pounds is flown
We're bustin' motherfuckas with the game
them fiends

And lovin' my
In the front got bud in the
Who can get more thugga than
From hookers and
Put the house up, bitch, I'm the gat

Y'all niggaz testing
Gonna me pull this Wesson
If money the answer rephrase the question, dawg
Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is runnin' up in your
With an uncountable amount of numbers of
Y'all mad, we the real number
like big, Thugline nothin' but runners

Trouble Boss, a double
A nigga named Krray good as dead
From the B-O-double, doin' time
And tricks comin' up to bread

We on some shit
We on other shit
That you fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't

And you touch the clique
You you love this shit
it to what we spit
The thuggin' stop

We on thugga shit
We on other shit
That you ain't with
The thuggin' don't

And you can't touch the
You know you this shit
it to what we spit
The thuggin' stop

I heard a silent motherfucka creepin' up from ya
Bet ya think that I'd find ya, huh?
With a or pump your shit'll be fucked
And I ain't even popped the trunk

I bet they never saw a nigga the heat and be so cool
Freeze everything, nigga move
You can to be a fool and try to get away
But never make it out the room when the go, boom

Fuckin 'em up, scream "Fuck the world" I cuff my nuts
Real niggaz lie, hit 'em in the mind
Every time goddamn we
Send 'em to the graveyard, who save y'all?
of fact motherfucka, who paid y'all?

You runnin' up on them niggaz, you know gonna bust
Take no shorts fuck that
Pistol control, we roll so they all know
If they run up I'll pop get your out my pocket
For the glock, glock shot 'em all on the

You dealin' with some motherfuckin' niggaz
Thrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna me
runnin' with the AK-47 ain't shit changed
Still got the artillery

Bust at bastards
Me and Boss steady breakin' it off in they
see me get glasses
'Cause I be all in face but you walk right past us
But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang thangs
Fuckin' wit them thugs, the thugs, the thugs, the thugs, what?

We on some thugga
We on other shit
That you ain't with
The thuggin' stop

And you can't the clique
You know you love this
it to what we spit
The don't stop

We on some thugga
We on some shit
That you fuckin' with
The don't stop

And you can't the clique
You you love this shit
it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't

witness to Mrs. Gangsta
We're gun-toters, blunt
Big bank folders and rollers
Quick to off into toaster
For fun this bitch judges wanna pose as

Pimps, killers and roll
You don't and we thought that we told ya
Know what Luv nigga to bone ya
They can run shit and bend a corner

Scatter and like mustard
Jam them buzzards up and 'em smothered
Quick friends gats find ya like
And they down with me like fo'

Y'all got nuts, our niggaz got nuts
So we can go nut for nut, see who first to crack and
Like ya down wipers
'Fore the motherfuckin' piper pay the

You motherfuckas to feel it?
Thugline put it down keepin' it the it
And I really trippin' off these niggaz
They say they gonna get me yet miss me

'Cause I've been here niggaz
Waitin' for you motherfuckas to bring it to me
waitin' I'ma mingle with it
The millimeter and plenty more haters

If any niggaz roll up put the cut I'm fuckin 'em up
When I hit 'em with the pump duck you gonna die
you, die, buck you, die
Reload, one more time

Hit him with the pump make sure he
He blood, we bail
Ask me if a nigga prepared for war, hell

We on some thugga
We on some other
you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't

And you can't the clique
You you love this shit
Take it to we spit
The thuggin' stop

We on some shit
We on some shit
That you ain't fuckin'
The don't stop

And you touch the clique
You know you love this
Take it to we spit
The thuggin' stop