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

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

(Kool G Rap 1)
a Don from out of Sicily
Under the arm is where the be
Top of your forehead the kissl be
Plant it so soft and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture before the apply misery
Days before I feel to give a guy liberty
Seat of his pants and eyes all glittery
I'll die a rich man the F.B.I. figure me
40 storeys up inside a in Italy
No hittin' forces natural crosses could liver me
Gray hairs from the great years the never shiver me
how we car bombed ignitions
And Politicians, strong-armed to listen
Men turning up dead or hurt, harmed and (forever)
Bulletproof cars are driven Teflon
Bodies cut up in chunks thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar . . .
Gettin by bitches blowin' some Cons drunk
I'ma stone face goons will make your heart pump
Electrocution cables that make your car jump
The yard punks, the sin with the sentence for sellin hard junk
The family, the whole
Has been around the days before prohibition
Mathematics was good then, no slow
Some overdose down the coke slope and addiction
Lookin' back on them days I ran a division
of the jake in the State was tryna throw the mission
They caught a chick and brought her to with no admission
Beyond these . . .
Our and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac
version 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 takin' that aim at niggaz throwin' in the game

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

(Kool G Rap 2)
We do our thing under still
Tuck a mil for the will
Mansion and hot in Amityville
a snitch nigga like Sam when he squeel
Break the code of silence just hand me the
For every done a man will be killed
plans to re-build . . .
Curtains and drapes got the jakes tryna can me for
Until then, be in the with clam on the grill
Or catch me up in the canopy ill
With two handing me thrills
Vivica Fox vanity grills
Rubberbanding bills
Tryna duck the fame of the
Tryna stay from out the of the scanners
Not get my frame in a camera
Avoid tabloids and front
get knocked off and bumped for favors
Collect Trump with pumps and gauges
Royal suites when I in Vegas
Got homicide the city dumped for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of
a spot with a bunch of acres
Some them got their bodies from capers
Bossileno had tux and
Got a crib full of maids, butlers and waiters
My clique from the minor league, the majors
We gon' rock it 'til we fuck them haters
If we have to run up in City abduct the Mayor
Any man against the national plan get 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
big kid think big, know what I mean
Big Guns and all that, y'all niggaz is big time suckers tho'
don't know