Luyện nghe bài hát Kool G Rap - Thug Chronicles (Unreleased Version)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real
You know how we do, y'all how a nigga bring it
direct at you kid

(Kool G Rap 1)
Like a Don from out of
Under the arm is where the be
Top of your forehead the kissl be
Plant it ever so and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture before the apply misery
Days before I feel pity to give a guy
Seat of his pants shitty and all glittery
I'll die a man before the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up inside a high-rise in
No hittin' forces only natural crosses could me
Gray hairs from the great years the never shiver me
how we car bombed ignitions
And Politicians, Judges to listen
Men up dead or hurt, harmed and missing (forever)
Bulletproof cars are driven edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks in car trunks
inside the bar stunk . . .
Gettin surrounded by bitches blowin' some drunk
When I'ma stone face goons will your heart pump
Electrocution with cables that make car jump
The yard punks, the sin the life sentence for sellin hard junk
The family, the commission
Has been around the days before prohibition
was good then, no slow addition
Some down the coke slope and dope addiction
Lookin' on them days I ran a whole division
Some of the jake in the was tryna throw the mission
They caught a and brought her to hell with no admission
Beyond tracks . . .
Our life and network of sippin' bourbon and
First observing the stocks and bonds we stack
Thug chronicles these are the of Don G Rap

(Havoc)
Wit' murder on his mind take it in
We that aim at niggaz throwin' shit in the game

(Havoc Hook)
Yo, How it feel we coming at you
These gats at you
Personally don't a fuck where you at
And an unfamiliar face you know we who that
On point nigga it goin down like that

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under still
Tuck a mil for the will
Mansion and hot wheels in
Treat a snitch nigga like Sam when he
Break the code of silence just hand me the
For every wrong done a man be killed
plans to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the tryna can me for real
then, be in the backyard with clam on the grill
Or catch me laid up in the ill
With two handing me thrills
Fox body vanity grills
Rubberbanding these
Tryna duck the fame of the
Tryna stay out the range of the scanners
Not tryna get my in a camera
Avoid tabloids and front
Bumps get knocked off and for favors
Collect papers with pumps and gauges
Royal when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide the city dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of
Copped a spot with a of acres
Some got their bodies slumped from capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a crib full of maids, butlers and waiters
My clique from the minor league, the majors
We rock it 'til we jackpot fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City Hall the Mayor
Any man against the national get bucked wit craters

(Havoc 3X)

(Kool G Rap Talking)
Word, Y'all what it's about
Strictly the big things, know what I'm sayin'
Big money, big cribs, what I'm sayin'
Bitches big asses, word up
Big chains and shit, know what I'm
Everything big kid think big, know I mean
Big and all that, y'all niggaz is big time dick suckers tho'
don't know