Luyện nghe bài hát Banned from Another Club

[Sho of Final
Thugged Out Militia-

Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats,
Give life the hard she a slut
That will make her it in her gut
Then I move to my
So fuck your perspective, thoughts get neglected
Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus rejection
Hit the sixth row, the courtside section
I you clown niggaz must be kidding
This lefrak commission, put a to your vision
This rap shit turn five to sixth
I your profile, I'm like a hood human census
Major factor, nigga not a actor
with major niggaz, fuck major bitches
Who but the sho god
Open up the book, shit never 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 niggaz know

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From the to the back, stay packed, fall back
It's a wrap, thugged out rule
I you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us
It's a wrap, thugged out rule
want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats
It's a wrap, out rule that
we go we get tested at a show
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)
Banned another club again... again
But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't let us in)

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

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[Al
I'm the wrong person to love, easy to
and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I a grudge
Because we in the club, rolling than fuzz
The wee dark the same, play rap like a match
Just spark the game, and tear your fame
Blow so much clouds, shit it would start to rain
an still 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 price my soul, I still ain't pay him
But usually they me, walk in the club
an make the look like they playing rugby
show's on a fradulent stage
No matter what say, we living all of our days
spit fire, no what the margin pays
Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in starving days
us love

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