Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast,
Yeah, put ya head to the
Put ya to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug in this bitch
niggaz
West Mafia niggaz
Yeah, niggaz man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the
'cause everytime I a record dog
I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson in pause
all these faggot ass rappers keep yappin jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I he's a snitch
And he ran up under white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of alleys
Heard he copped his rims and O' tires in the hood
by police, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him New York, and he's comin to Cali
No and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6,

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THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, it's off wit ya head
'specially a nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz bout to him some lead
You think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug handle they business
We the from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest niggaz this
Make the want to kill us
Regardless will murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get ya off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war
That'll get you pistol an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Gump in Air Forces
Cause our look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
never
never quit my click was sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla (they holla)