Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, let
the fool ya', I will f**k you up.

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

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic the past would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't trust my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys
like a fiend. But
I'm in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and
my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
never 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 get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor said I need to myself on
the those frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless evil intentions
knows him the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
I love my lady
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, when the cry.

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

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

tell Sony I was the
only one was making ain't it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, judge yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I didn't but what if I
lost it and came in the office and noticed with
liquid on top of
Versace give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the dead wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of survival
six rivals, six rival
member you said I but I roll with killas, Niggaz
bust 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
it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, on, come on.]
. . . the thugs cry [when
the cry, when the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

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

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