Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the light-skin fool ya', I will you up.

. . . the
cry
This is what it sounds like is
what it sounds like, is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].

Nigga we represent the planet get n
panic maybe the would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
really died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals going to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception my brethren but sunny days when
they parlay get killed when they get tah
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I need time to on
the ocean those frivolous but I'm brought up
full of this
caught up sever relentless evil nobody
knows him the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
rebel we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, the thugs cry.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
on, come on,
on . . .]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready,

We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take your
off but my go soft! never
mix business with your sickness see me flippin
in the picnic with your little divide and but
my was ready to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz us a choice how could you ever

tell that I was the
only one was making noise ain't it a of
look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I didn't studder but if I
lost it and came in the office and nobody with
liquid on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
and Wish don't give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead up on
the side of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, triple six
member you I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the you don't feel us strapped in
the bed, pickin up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

This is what it sounds [this is
it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, on, come on.]
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make your body shake when too late soon
as you flipped off the baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
peep deep in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix
usually uses the rule of these tricks in the
school of ghetto games
and the of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well they're passin me by but I hear
callin' when it's so cold in a room who's
better come me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

This is it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the thugs cry, when the cry].