Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

Man, be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, got money mayne!
Niggas is killin', is slangin' they shit..
Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they
I represented it nigga (Wha.. these niggas)

[Verse 1 - Young
I'ma born villain, hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', robbin' niggas like gimicks
folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my
When 2 take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not bein' dead
Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha clears, guess wha? - I'm still here
Late in the dark, fo' tha next year
Look wha The created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

[Chorus - w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha nose out
dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and will kill
'Cause we out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas kill

2 - Young Buck]
The thug nigga somehow drug dealin'
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all skrilla
We un-load straps, and down like Reggie Miller
While othas take to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob
Respect game and game don't you
be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
don't feel like you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't
Yeah, you tell world you hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet open
My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya bound
Been listin when ya body deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Young
What does my behold, will I have suttin' to fold
Tell tha world these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no fo' me to relax
Here come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya
This shit hard to earn, so get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my
Soulja when I was to my ambellical cord
If I'm sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Outro - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
Nigga, we out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Buck)
time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, to tha back
Infra-red on our
wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We out