Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media, don't let
the light-skin fool ya', I f**k you up.

. . . the
cry
This is what it sounds [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
. . . 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 trust my
boyz watch for the plot and envoys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz these ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali bullets to
the still rowdy Jesus
really died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local with vocals going to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho weather my brethren but sunny days when
they get killed when they get tah steppin
'member the
close and the doctor I need time to myself on
the ocean frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless evil nobody
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I love my
we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, the thugs cry.

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

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

tell Sony I was the
one was making noise 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 in the office and nobody noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the Krayzie's Picasso,
lil' Layzie like Caesar, like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin wake up on
the wrong side of the bed. Bible of triple
six rivals, triple six
you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you 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 like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, come on, on.]
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

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

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