Luyện nghe bài hát Banned from Another Club

[Sho of Final
Out Militia- 2001

Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats,
Give life the dick hard she a
That will her feel it in her gut
I move to my career
So your perspective, your thoughts get neglected
Like shot and Marcus Camby rejection
Hit the row, pass the courtside section
I know you clown niggaz be kidding
This lefrak commission, put a ending to vision
This rap shit turn to sixth sense's
I know your profile, I'm like a hood census
Major factor, not a major actor
with major niggaz, fuck major bitches
Who but the sho god
Open up the book, shit will be closed
Like a on the industry, and no one got the code
But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the where
Ever we go niggaz know

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From the front to the back, stay packed, fall
It's a wrap, thugged out rule
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she us
It's a wrap, out rule that
Don't want no problems, but if want to clap, we got gats
It's a wrap, out rule that
Everywhere we go we get at a show
We let know
I'm let everyone know we it down (It's a wrap)

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from another club again... again
But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you gotta let us in)
Banned from club again... again
But we'll get it popping my friend (you ain't gotta let us in)

Yo, papi and I'm from the Roxy
Mad shootout's and more than Rocky
I hold N.O most connected
My arm strong, your pass intercepted
meet me in the motel, with just a thong
We goin' smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don
You see my charm, my niggaz is on
and I'm a foul nigga bitch, I fuck you moms
You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is
shit when I come through, like Martha wild
and I would hate to have to, break your bone
For Greystones, you looking like Grace Jones
Hit niggaz up, machete's will split up
will blast, fifth niggaz up
Al Gado, and Sho and N-O
and if them got beef, them niggaz will go

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[Al
I'm the wrong person to love, to judge
and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a
we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz
The wee dark the same, play this rap a match
Just spark the game, and tear your fame
Blow so much clouds, shit it would start to rain
an flow lovely
Get on and get gully
I'm never fall off I got A, B C huh..
(Hate me or love me) your altermatum
The devil my soul, I still ain't pay him
But they love me, walk in the club
an make the crown look they playing rugby
Ripe show's on a stage
No what y'all say, we living all of our days
spit fire, no matter what the pays
Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in starving days
us love

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