Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

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

Nigga we the planet get schizophrenic 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 and deploys envoys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with these guns and
erased my Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still rowdy
really never died, you crucified suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll move me fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny when
they parlay get killed when get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor said I time to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
full of this
up sever relentless evil intentions nobody
knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, 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.

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

We keepin the lights on at and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me take your clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix with your sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic your little divide and conquer 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 Sony I was the
only one was noise ain't it a breech of
trust 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 and nobody noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil' N
Casino and don't give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin wake up on
the side of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I roll killas, Niggaz
that'll in the club you don't feel us strapped in
the bed, pickin up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll make your body when it's too late soon
as you off the safety baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin go
peep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of these tricks in the
school of ghetto 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' when it's so in a room who's stallin'
better after me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

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