Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged Out Shit

Geah
bleek duro
New shit, new
We
out
out
Remember where you it first

DJ
Yo, yo, yo

I'm on now therefore ready rock
Compare to this fish tale baggin'
Now give me Bill money
A strait money

Big or small faces it's in all places
I was schooled by them guys
They showed me how to these [Incomprehensible]
deuces and old rubbers

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

I'm a little nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a valve little nigga
You about my whereabouts?
Bitches I care about, money I'm a man about

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

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

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

But this bleek my young niggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, paraphernalia
Weight scales, twelve twelves, dimes and
up and bagged up

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

Digits I got of them, want five more of them
Bitches when I told 'em bring more of them
I 'em never call 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em
blew roll wit' em but now I'm ignoring them

This street life kept bleek tight with heat
On the ten speed herbed up, nigga up
You saw me but if not man did
I know I pull on y'all for crack shit yeah

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

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

My roll dice in the back park
We sip Bacardi wit Sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug lose
Pull out two only catch two, honey

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

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

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

When they the jungle
So we stash in the
Sit low on the
a small gun in case it's on in the trenches yo

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

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

We
For the thugged niggas,
We out