Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Young
The average thug nigga somehow drug
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie
While othas time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? fuckin' teams of Mob bigga
game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or ya thank a nigga ain't?
you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel you loafin'
Crystal, you drank - and a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you tell world you hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothin' ya positive bound
listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground

[Verse 3 - Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to
Tell tha bout 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 tired of this
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to
Here come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya
handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini
let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my
Soulja when I was hooked to my cord
If I'm wrong sell dat's why I'm here fo'

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