Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media, don't let
the fool ya', I will f**k you up.

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

Nigga we the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you Paranoid, don't even trust my
boyz watch for the and deploys envoys scopin
like a fiend. But
I'm in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali bullets to
the brain rowdy Jesus
never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals coast to coast.
move me right fo
sho deception weather my but sunny days when
they get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the said I need time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless intentions nobody
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, the thugs cry.

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

We keepin the on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy your clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic your little divide and conquer but
my sister was to
her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
me and my boyz give us a choice how you ever

Sony that I was the
only one was making noise it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, judge yo book by
its cover, to the
I......I didn't studder but what if I
lost it and came in the office and noticed with
liquid on top of
Versace clothes up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
and Wish don't give a
f**k! O I'm -n- the walkin dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of survival
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I roll with killas,
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll make your body shake when too late soon
as you off the safety baby this we all day
don't me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this
widow be the demon so cheap and at she peepin go
peep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my Lucifer
usually uses the of these wicked tricks in the
school of these games
and the fool of this mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me I'm in the grain
ask Mr. Majesty
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
come after me, we say
fucK all in the
we, battle we, battle we.

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