Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

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

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

we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the past understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even my
boyz for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take to
the brain still rowdy
really died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? with vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but sunny when
they parlay get when they get tah steppin
'member the
and the doctor said I need time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
full of independence
caught up sever relentless intentions nobody
knows him the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I my lady
rebel we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, when the cry.

This is what it sounds [this is
what it sounds like, this is it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Come on, on,
on . . .]
. . . the thugs 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 at me sexy take your clothes
off but my dick'll go soft!
mix business with sickness enemy see me flippin
in the with your little divide and conquer but
my sister was to
her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
me and my give us a choice how could you ever

tell that I was the
only one was noise ain't it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I didn't but what if I
lost it and came in the and nobody noticed with
liquid on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' Layzie Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
and Wish don't 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, triple six
member you said I read but I roll killas, Niggaz
bust in the club you don't feel us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll make your body shake when it's too late
as you flipped off the safety baby we all day
tell me you crazy, will
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason weepin'
widow be the demon so and at least she peepin go
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. Rollin' my crucifix 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 me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' when it's so cold in a room stallin'
better after me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

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