Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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Don't let the skin fool y'all
I will you up

Bizzy Bone

This is it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X)
is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, thugz cry
This is what it sounds like, when cry (4X)
This is what it like
when cry, when thugz cry

One: Bizzy Bone

Nigga we represent the planet get n panic
Maybe the past understand
If they'd get off ass and mash
How do you
Paranoid, even trust my boyz
Watch for the and delays envoys
like a dope fiend
But I'm in the alleyz
With these ghetto guns and my funds
Watts niggas in Cali bullets to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus really died
You mutual suicide, who am I?
Local with vocals coast to coast
Heaven'll me right fo sho
Deception my brethren
but sunny when they parlay
Get killed when they get to
Member the wepon's
and the doctor
I need to myself on the ocean
Those thoughts
But I'm brought up of independent
Caught up sever
intentions nobody knows him
Even the warrior, poet,
did mention
I my lady rebel
We can get this stroke on, we can get stroke on,
and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this on.

Verse Two: Bizzy

We keepin the on at Ruthless and
I ain't fuckin the
lookin at me
your clothes off
but my go soft!
Never mix with your sickness
Enemy see me flipin in the
with your lil' and conquer
but my sister was ready to her!
Get off the and off my voice
Me and my
Give us a
How could you Sony that i was the
only one noise
it a breech of trust
Look in the gutter,unh, never yo book
by it's cover word to the
I....I stutter but what if I lost it and
came in the office and noticed
liquid explosive on top of Versace
clothes give up the
Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie Caesar,
Stacks like lil' Pesi N and
don't give a fuck! O
I'm Gambino -n- the dead
Woke up on the side of the bed
Bible of survival six rivals, triple six rivals
Member you said I read but with
Killas, Niggas bust in tha club you don't
us strapped in the bed
Strapped pickin up the in the realist,
the realist, the realist, the realist.

Verse Three: Bizzy

It'll make your body shake when it's too soon as
you flipped off the baby this we all day
Don't me you crazy
Will sell me? Hell Naw!
For the reason this weepin be the demon
so cheap and at she go peepin go peep deep
in yo pockets no sleep
Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer uses
the rule of these wicked in the school
of these ghetto games and the fool of this mist
I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies me
Actually I'm in the grain ask Mr.
These well they're passin me by
but I hear death callin when it's so cold in the
who's better come after me
We say fuck
all in the we, battle we, battle we.

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