Luyện nghe bài hát Banned from Another Club

[Sho of Final
Out Militia- 2001

Now put your on the motherfucking table and see whats, what
Give life the dick she a slut
That will make her it in her gut
I move to my career
So fuck your perspective, your get neglected
Like Muggsy's and Marcus Camby rejection
Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside
I you clown niggaz must be kidding
This commission, put a ending to your vision
This rap shit turn five to sixth
I know your profile, I'm like a hood human
factor, nigga not a major actor
Deal major niggaz, fuck major bitches
Who but the sho god
Open up the book, shit will be closed
Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the
But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the where
Ever we go y'all know

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From the front to the back, packed, fall back
It's a wrap, out rule that
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she us
It's a wrap, thugged out rule
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 tested at a
We let everybody
I'm let everyone know we it down (It's a wrap)

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

Yo, papi and I'm banned the Roxy
Mad shootout's and fights than Rocky
I hold records N.O most
My died arm strong, pass intercepted
Hoes meet me in the motel, with 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 could you moms
You see I'm from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul
Body shit when I come through, Martha wild
and I would hate to have to, break your face
For Greystones, have you looking like Grace
Hit niggaz up, machete's will split up
will blast, fifth niggaz up
Al Gado, and Sho and N-O
and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz go

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[Al
I'm the person to love, easy to judge
and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a
Because we in the club, thicker than fuzz
The wee the same, play this rap like a match
Just spark the game, and tear apart fame
Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to
an still flow
Get on stage and get
I'm fall off I got A, B C scully huh..
(Hate me or love me) your altermatum
The devil my soul, I still ain't pay him
But usually they love me, walk in the
an make the crown look they playing rugby
Ripe show's on a fradulent
No matter y'all say, we living all of our days
spit fire, no matter what the pays
Y'all (Final Chapter) in their starving days
show us

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