Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media, don't 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 . .
.] . . .
. . . the thugs cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].

Nigga we 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 even my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, in Cali take bullets to
the brain still Jesus
never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with going coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception weather my but sunny days when
they parlay get killed they get tah steppin
the weapon's
close and the doctor I need time to myself on
the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm up
full of independence
caught up sever relentless evil nobody
knows him even the warrior, poet, never to
mention I my lady
rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, when the cry.

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

We the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't
f**kin the boss at me sexy take your clothes
off but my go soft! never
mix business with your sickness enemy see me
in the picnic with your little and conquer but
my was ready to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz give us a choice how could you

Sony that I was the
only one was making noise it a breech of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo 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
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' Layzie like Caesar, like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish don't a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead up on
the side of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

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

It'll make your shake when it's too late soon
as you off the safety baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they sell me? Hell, naw! For this weepin'
be the demon 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
of these ghetto games
and the fool of this mist I say shame, shame,
shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the
ask Mr. these
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' when it's so cold in a room who's
better after me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, battle we, we.

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