Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies and Thugz

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[Wyclef] Let's go

[DJ
I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin gold rock
And I wanna, rape that bitch that a lie on 'Pac
I right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock
So you see the glock bastard don't you go into shock
If the hates me I'll buy your enemies guns
and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, your funds
Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the
You better nice up, before you leak and the ice up

Jean]
I wanna murder the that shot at Martin Luther King
Then get rid of the Viagra cause I'm strictly
in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in
Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California, guns the size of
elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake hump hump
Get your "Flashlight" cause we like P-Funk

Wyclef]
Ladies - I know you me
If you up in the party let me see you shake your
like you got no bones and you tipsy off the
- easy with the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my tonight, make love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' on ice, right

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of
I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder
On the morning after, you refute the disaster
Cause body parts get in plaster (ew)
try to call a truce cause I'm still comin after you
I don't like your kids but I'ma spare 'em; later
add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the you like the least
That still got it out for yo' ass you swiped the piece

[Wyclef
Yo, ever since "The Score" these rappers just bored
So I rap no more; I wrote songs for
Houston you could catch me with Santana
Bandana on tour, DipSet'n like
We don't sell like we used to
That's cause they live in America, we get sales
I'm on tour half of the year, you can't see me
And your career gon' be as long as Britney's was, ya heard?

[Wyclef -
California, how to party
when I in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, freaks in a stretch
Big California chronic, me nah smoke
But it's all buddha bless the East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I say this often
But we gotta keep the peace, too in a coffin
Pour some liquor for my cousins out in

[DJ
I'm not a kingpin, I'm a wing man
Strapped to the teeth a blunt, and a green can
no G
Hennessy and E, we run so deep
86 your concubine, he's just an old
so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga
You can't even get a prop on your own
I'm at the Lake Park and if you wanna speak