CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Thug’s Cry
Ay you know sometimes you gotta turn the left blinker and turn right
These n***as be throwin’ crosses knowin’ I’m Muslim
I try to lead the way (yeah)
I try to ease ya pain (for real)
I saw them callin’ me when I was ballin’ but they tryna freeze the game (uh uh)
I’m callin’ them brother they callin’ me bro
I don’t think it mean the same (for real)
I told my plug to send me whatever man
I know the season change (come on)
I see the better in n***as and I try to get it up out ‘еm (oh)
If I love somebody ain’t nothin’ that you could be tеllin’ me ‘bout em (no)
I don’t believe it
They see me winnin’ they make it a problem
Two hundred in hundreds I gave to my momma
And I got some n***as who stuck at the bottom
But they comin’ home and I told ‘em I got ‘em
I gave them a brush and they painted a picture (picture)
How you a rat and a hitter? (Damn)
Countin’ these racks on the sh*tter (yeah)
Pushin’ out babies they think I’m a sitter
I know some people who really pretend that they wanna see me do better
I never thought that our friendship would end, I thought we was Locked In For Ever
Am I wasting all this time we spent together?
Or am I questioning the ones that make me better?
Would you be the one I need in desperate measures?
No need to find the key because we locked in forever
If you my brotha, I’m yo’ brotha
If I’m a drive then hold my cutta
Don’t got no time to show my colors
If you dig I’ll be your shovel
You my b*t*h, then be my lover and don’t ask me ‘bout no other
I took all of my pain and I made stripes, I’m beefin’
My clientele don’t f**k with no lows, I gave ‘em to bro, we eatin’
Let a n***a play with my life ima take his ass out, I’m treatin’
Street sh*t so turned up right now, don’t ask for no pic, I’m reachin’
I got junkies geekin’ its ok ‘cuz they payin’ me for it
Sayin’ you lovin’ on me then show it
Caught a op down bad, I’m scorin’
I know n***as I used to be with tippin’ need to go get ‘em insurance
Never knew I had that bucket
Til I got in that foreign
That’s a thug cry
The feeling you gettin’ of lettin’ your blood slide
I never seen money or drugs lie
Allah yarhamo the love died
(That’s a thug’s cry, that’s a thug’s cry, thats a thug’s cry, Allah yarhamo the love died)
These n***as be throwin’ crosses knowin’ I’m Muslim
I try to lead the way (yeah)
I try to ease ya pain (for real)
I saw them callin’ me when I was ballin’ but they tryna freeze the game (uh uh)
I’m callin’ them brother they callin’ me bro
I don’t think it mean the same (for real)
I told my plug to send me whatever man
I know the season change (come on)
I see the better in n***as and I try to get it up out ‘еm (oh)
If I love somebody ain’t nothin’ that you could be tеllin’ me ‘bout em (no)
I don’t believe it
They see me winnin’ they make it a problem
Two hundred in hundreds I gave to my momma
And I got some n***as who stuck at the bottom
But they comin’ home and I told ‘em I got ‘em
I gave them a brush and they painted a picture (picture)
How you a rat and a hitter? (Damn)
Countin’ these racks on the sh*tter (yeah)
Pushin’ out babies they think I’m a sitter
I know some people who really pretend that they wanna see me do better
I never thought that our friendship would end, I thought we was Locked In For Ever
Am I wasting all this time we spent together?
Or am I questioning the ones that make me better?
Would you be the one I need in desperate measures?
No need to find the key because we locked in forever
If you my brotha, I’m yo’ brotha
If I’m a drive then hold my cutta
Don’t got no time to show my colors
If you dig I’ll be your shovel
You my b*t*h, then be my lover and don’t ask me ‘bout no other
I took all of my pain and I made stripes, I’m beefin’
My clientele don’t f**k with no lows, I gave ‘em to bro, we eatin’
Let a n***a play with my life ima take his ass out, I’m treatin’
Street sh*t so turned up right now, don’t ask for no pic, I’m reachin’
I got junkies geekin’ its ok ‘cuz they payin’ me for it
Sayin’ you lovin’ on me then show it
Caught a op down bad, I’m scorin’
I know n***as I used to be with tippin’ need to go get ‘em insurance
Never knew I had that bucket
Til I got in that foreign
That’s a thug cry
The feeling you gettin’ of lettin’ your blood slide
I never seen money or drugs lie
Allah yarhamo the love died
(That’s a thug’s cry, that’s a thug’s cry, thats a thug’s cry, Allah yarhamo the love died)
