Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
Niggas duro
New shit, new
We
out
out
Remember you heard it first

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

I'm on now your ready rock
Compare to this fish tale rocks
Now give me Bill money
A little money

Big or small faces been in all places
I was by them older guys
They me how to drive these [Incomprehensible]
Chop deuces and old

a nigga rocked up then knocked up
Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin' up
We trade war back on them streets
When we played 'em messhall, get 'em on his eats

I'm a foul little nigga, wild little
Dedicated to these a pump valve little nigga
You about my whereabouts?
Bitches I don't about, money I'm a man about

I'm a air it out
Niggas hate Bleek 'cause I right
You'd to see me broke frontin'
Wit no chips

Who hear some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' chest out
(What)

Who wanna hear some more thugged out
(What)
Who wanna hear that get out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' chest out
(What)

But bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin'
Weight scales, twelve twelves, and fishtales
Cooked up and up

My life was fucked up, but I looked at it way
If I don't it this way, then I'm a do it this way
my heat, while I'm after them nickels
Fuck six I nine fuckin' zeros

Digits I got four of them, five more of them
Bitches when I 'em flies bring more of them
I fuck 'em never 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em
Nigga blew roll wit' em but now I'm them

This street life kept bleek with heat right
On the ten speed herbed up, word up
You saw me but if not man did
I know I pull gats on for crack shit yeah

Who wanna hear some more out shit?
(What)
Who hear that get smoked out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some live type shit?
(Huh)
Who that ol' chest out shit?
(What)

Who wanna hear some thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get out shit?
(Geah)
Who to hear some real live type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember that ol' chest out
(What)

My niggaz roll in the back park
We sip Dark wit Sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug lose
Pull out two two's only two, honey

Half the crowd skated when which you
This nigga got shaky and panic you fronted
When he saw the black kron I thought the nigga a thong
The way he froze his arm, duke said on

He to his drawers when he heard one raw
off half ass when that nigga spit more
And we all spit game you heard free game
By soft motherfuckers, for you motherfuckers

I fall, I get back, to test my
I tell heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of
My worker take say off a bundle
Dodging the and 'em D's

When rush the jungle
So we in the fences
Sit low on the
Keep a small gun in case it's on in the yo

Who wanna hear some more out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out
(Geah)
Who want to hear some real type shit?
(Huh)
Who remember ol' chest out shit?
(What)

Who wanna some more thugged out shit?
(What)
Who wanna hear that get out shit?
(Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type
(Huh)
Who that ol' chest out shit?
(What)

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out