Luyện nghe bài hát Thugs & Hustlers

featuring Bone Mag

(Mag)]
Aw shit! we go!
Aw go my niggas over there!
Yeah go my thugs over there!
go them bitches over there!
Look out for shots for my niggas!

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

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

See now my do the gangsta and the killin and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for
My be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this club on the realin
See, some got loot to get
It's just some can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my thugs for the for the hit
And yeah my roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin with Beelow
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too cut on the kilos
So we took every that he just bought from Tito
Then rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a
A section or a to sell it
Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for
'cause a and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the got rich and you's the hoe, woah

[Krayzie
You see packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they even get touched
Now they better tear 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 talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the if you show me the money
Call it whatever my but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you have the nuts to be both
And I gotta roll with the
And get the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many you with
See we the that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect nigga in there
'cause we don't a fuck (we don't)
Just I be rappin and all my records went platinum
exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I some niggas be fakin themselves
That's they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as
Ain't nothin with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So don't you get ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my real
Make em ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and
Hustlers,