Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lord

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust
All my niggaz, down to ride for the thug Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust
Them niggaz war

I'm glad you it, now you old ass rappers gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held eleven
J, you better tell these fuckin' you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin' [unverified] get

Fake ass synthetic, emcees get shredded
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, all your letice
I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it takes to me
I know you some niggaz peel me and drill me

You better pay a nigga to peel me, and me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred in me
Spot a out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
My time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the semi

I was born to slap the shit out of macks, take their
Run up in their studio, duct tape their
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in mouth?

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, in the south
I'm out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin' weed
these foreign languages, tourin'

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin'
I kill, niggaz stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the nigga, I feel

a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio fuck 'em
Start sayin' names and
Make 'em hate the One Hit

time, my shit hit like thunder
In the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like

dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit
Then turn and say, "Yuk, help me write my shit"
Ain't a bitch?

Thug Lords holdin' the in the sky, nigga bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to for the thug Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my bust yours
Them niggaz war

If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, 'em
And if them ain't down wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I loved 'em
I trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

And fuck 'em off in the like so
Nobody [unverified] fuck wit my flow, not you stole my hydro
My main objective, take this bitch
They gon me vice president before this bitch over

of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the shit now?
Nigga, you know your ass was in Tha Row, side you on?
why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone
Bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha Thug ha, ha, ha, yes