Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Bone Mag

(Mag)]
Aw shit! we go!
Aw go my niggas over there!
there go my thugs over there!
There go bitches over there!
Look out for for my real niggas!

Where my thugs my hustlers at?
Where my where my hustlers at? Say what?
Where my thugs my hustlers at?
Where my where my hustlers at? Say what?
The Henny's in me, you can't change
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, my thugs at?
my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my at
The in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? me where my thugs at
my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

Now why locs give a fuck?
What? Nigga my mental's
I gotta be dirty near all the time, strapped the fuck up
Post the up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up,
Bitch ass niggas know can't run with me
Real ass niggas they get it done me
Because they want me
Ha, it's just the low life I
forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head busted
All motherfuckin day, off Henny blessed with Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, it bout it til I die nigga
Bounce to this and if you dig it rewind

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and
While my do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this on the motherfuckin realin
See, some got loot to get
It's just some motherfuckers shoot for shit
So my call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin with Beelow
fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel he just bought from Tito
Then Beelow rolled him the desert
Left him in Reno, without a see-note
A section or a solid to it
Ain't married fuck a ring, save the for rabbits
a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the got rich and you's the hoe, woah

[Krayzie
You see them packin niggas in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they even get touched
Now better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, them nigga what
We all out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the
Call it my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be
And I gotta roll with the
And get with the regardless
Fuck, how your bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to crash the
Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in
we don't give a fuck (we don't)
Just 'cause I be and all my records went platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Mentality
But I some niggas be fakin themselves
'cause they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as
Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you
Now I dedicate to my real strugglers
Make em ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them and hustlers
Hustlers,