Luyện nghe bài hát Banned from Another Club

[Sho of Chapter]
Thugged Out 2001

Now put your on the motherfucking table and see whats, what
Give life the dick hard she a
will make her feel it in her gut
Then I 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 know you clown niggaz must be
This lefrak commission, put a ending to vision
This rap shit five to sixth sense's
I know profile, I'm like a hood human census
factor, nigga not a major actor
Deal with major niggaz, fuck bitches
Who but the sho god
Open up the book, shit never 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 mainstream
Ever we go y'all niggaz

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From the to the back, stay packed, fall back
a wrap, thugged out rule that
I know you mad cause girl on our back, she with us
It's a wrap, out rule that
want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats
It's a wrap, out rule that
Everywhere we go we get at a show
We let everybody
I'm let everyone we shut 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 outside my friend (you gotta let us in)

Yo, papi and I'm banned the Roxy
Mad and more fights than Rocky
I hold N.O most connected
My died arm strong, your intercepted
Hoes meet me in the motel, with a thong
We goin' smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don
You see my lucky charm, my 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 Jones
Hit niggaz up, will split niggaz 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 to love, easy to judge
and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a
Because we in the club, rolling thicker than
The wee dark the same, this rap like a match
spark the game, and tear apart your fame
Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to
an still flow
Get on and get gully
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, in the club
an make the look like they playing rugby
Ripe show's on a stage
No matter what y'all say, we living all of our
spit fire, no matter what the pays
witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days
show us

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