Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Money

If it's 'bout that
Then you to kill them, haha
here nigga, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka

Thug got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got blood on it a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

Thug Money got blood on it plus a residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

I'm back when I was younger
I usta in the summer
No for crime
I had to my mama

And I the rainy weather
Make me better
into partner in da ghetto
Trying to get my together

However, I'm giving these fuck pillars
Robbing fake dealers
And these fake ass for my niggas
They keep fingers on the triggers

'Cause they about you business
And these fuck niggas to end this
So I'm ready, just dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin Chopper and we stopping for that fetti

us foolish, 'cause of how we feel the way we do this
Slanging, robbing and shooting even neighborhood
I'm to do this and like weed
I'm louted with duck tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it, on

Thug Money got blood on it a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

I'm doing one for my homies
Who left his baby lonely
Got chur-en dat saw him
Got who don't even know him

Got to his blessings sent
'Cause one be his only lesson
For the all be missing
His son's got missions

Hold on, don't fall, 'cause been there
And I know, see all my niggas ain't dope dealers
But they killers, for sure, they us thugs
So give us our own section in the
Allow us to use our drugs, what, nigga what, say it

Thug Money got blood on it a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Thug Money got blood on it plus a residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Money got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

I can't you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird
And no clues on how the Feds got the inside
He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas
And ain't no telling when the boy back home
See everybody needs a hustle, so free from those ain't
Especially, when you in front of muscle

them fools will try to touch ya
They know you dying for
So from day one, they trust ya
whole style I be living for

Sometimes, look like I'm fast speed
And this old bad taking me lower
Life's of lies, there's too many guys
Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga

When it's gone get better, seems like
In this we live
Us niggas can't stick together
However, I guess a change got to come from
One day, but right now, I can't shit

Patience for the
Waiting to die for the that I'm facing
So I'm living on the
I'm thugging till I'm dead,

Standing free from them suckers and far away them Feds
I say I had no job, always rot
Living in the park, back I was scared
And things got better, my pockets got fatter

Went to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters
Nigga came across a key and it into three
And got my fuck ass emenies from me
And

Thug Money got blood on it plus a residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

Tha thug Money got on it
Tha thug Money got on it