Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies and Thugz

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[Wyclef] Let's go

[DJ
I wanna, punch them niggaz gold don't rock
And I wanna, that bitch that told 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 hood hates me I'll buy your guns
and 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds
Scarin you motherfuckers to death, you the runs
You nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up

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

[Chorus:
- I know you feel me
If you up in the party let me see you shake body
like you got no bones and you off the Henny
Thugs - easy the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, make tonight
You wanna see yo' body on ice, right

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was a matter of time
before I into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder
On the morning after, you can't refute the
Cause body parts get in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a 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 niggaz you the least
still got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the piece

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

[Wyclef -
California, how to party
when I land in the
Quik picked me up, four freaks in a
Big chronic, me nah smoke sess
But all buddha bless from the East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I don't say this
But we gotta keep the peace, too many in a
Pour some liquor for my cousins out in

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