Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies and Thugz

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[Wyclef] go Quik

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

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

Wyclef]
Ladies - I you feel me
If you up in the party let me see you shake your
like you got no bones and you tipsy off the
Thugs - easy the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to my wife tonight, make love tonight
You wanna see yo' body on ice, right

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was a matter of time
before I turned the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder
On the morning after, you refute the disaster
Cause body parts get in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause I'm comin after you
I like your kids but I'ma spare 'em; maybe 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 just
So I rap no more; I wrote songs for
Houston you could catch me with Santana
Bandana on tour, like Santana
We don't sell we used to sell?
That's they live in America, we get worldwide sales
I'm on half of the year, you can't see me 'cause
And career gon' be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard?

[Wyclef -
California, knows how to
I land in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, four freaks in a
Big chronic, me nah smoke sess
But it's all buddha bless the East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I don't say often
But we gotta keep the peace, too in a coffin
Pour liquor for my cousins out in Compton

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