2Pac vs. AC/DC — Hell's Thug | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Thug for life, nigga. Can't you read the signs? Say fucking what you doing? Mobbing like a motherfucker stuck. Can you picture your middle finger out the window getting fucked off liquor? Get loaded, can't control it. Nigga, pass me the blunt, let me roll it. You get the bozack till the hoes stack. That's for sure, black. PM at the keep your dough fat. And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter and bounced to a key. You gotta watch your backstage strap, be alert. Started as a young motherfucker doing dirt. And now I'm in the rap game, like the crack game I got enemies. Can't pretend that see my friends are not my enemies. And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun. Stuck in, bucking my motherfucking Magnum. What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must. Violence is a plus. Bust shots at my adversaries, them niggas scary. Busters got to be buried 'cause I be bucking in a fucking hurry. Thug for life, high 'til I die. Shooting crooked ass cops, let me fry. Do or die to my brothers in the penitentiary. Raise hell when them niggas mention me. Thug for life, thug for life, high 'til I die. When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die. When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die. When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die. When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die. When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, biotch. I'm gonna take you to hell. I'm gonna get ya. Say it, get ya. Hell's bells. Yeah, hells bells. You got me ringing hell's bells. My temperature's high. Hell's bells. Game thicker than most of these tricks. I got my mind on making money but you stuck on these fake bitches. And jealous motherfuckers can't see that it's the fame that caused these stupid bitches pass the pussy free. So tell me why you sweat a motherfucker like me? A young nigga trying to hustle up some Gs. You pussy ass player hating hoes speaking down on niggas, jumping round at the shows. And you're the first motherfucker to jump to the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick ass punk. Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high, we multiply motherfucker. Give a holler to my niggas in the back. I'm living in L.A. still clutching on my AK. Rest in peace to my nigga Kato. 'Til they bury me, nigga lay low. Thug for life, thug for life, high 'til I die. When these stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die. When these stupid ass bitches ask why, nigga thug for life, high 'til I die. When these stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die. When these stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em thug for life, biotch. I'm gonna take you to hell. I'm gonna get ya. Say it, get ya. Hell's bells. Yeah, hells bells. You got me ringing hell's bells. My temperature's high. Hell's bells. Yeah, nigga. Thug life from now 'til for motherfucking ever. Have-nots in this motherfucker. Yeah. Yeah.