Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies and Thugz

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[Wyclef] Let's go

[DJ
I wanna, punch niggaz sayin gold don't rock
And I wanna, rape that bitch that a lie on 'Pac
I wanna right some wrongs 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, takin funds
Scarin you to death, give you the runs
You better up, before you leak and warm the ice up

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

Wyclef]
Ladies - I 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 with the tonight
I'm tryin to meet my tonight, make love tonight
You don't see yo' body on ice, right

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of
before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter bladder
On the morning after, you can't refute the
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 'em with the niggaz you like the least
That still got it out for yo' ass you swiped the piece

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

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

[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 Olde E, we run so
86 your concubine, just an old creep
so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga
You even get a prop on your own street
I'm at the Park and Meridian if you wanna speak