Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

[Chorus 2X: Do or
We the murderers, plus thugs
We the murderers, plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps thugs
We the murderers, murderers,

[Ja
Growing up in the
With that New York of mind
I realized that night, that my future was
Hustlin dimes was my
as that blunt spark
I, inhale, exhale, took my sale
routine, get up, wash ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my sixteen
I seen more bricks and and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that
Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda fiendly
Stupid nigga, you been thoughts with your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from where? Queens
Woodhull, got it all thugs and fiends
I need cream, so I the nine to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the
Hundred GS
vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the

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[Do or
Don't get close to our side if you from New York
You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put your in the sky
Make them see em, 'cause every nigga we fuck with has
Don't get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these
Don't think for one Ja's comin solo
It's Do or Die, Chicago
watch you from a block with a flock of thugs
Ready to some love
Grippin with extra guns and
And worldwide all niggaz know we love that shit
How hard we hit, we put you in darkest pits
It's Do or Die and Ja nigga
for life

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[Do or
Can't keep up with the paper
Gonna run up these glocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in bitch ass gettin hot with the casin
kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug
Since a shorty been hollerin with a plug in
Two for ten, up on the diamond cut griller
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe
Iller noise state put my blood
If got love it's in my blood
Run spittin hollows that's followin shit
And killin that ain't real, been hollerin shit

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[Do or
Better get gone, by the hip bone
Hit domes pickles, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho pimp on 'for the clips get home
Sit back til the gone
Then flash through the hood like you
Diamonds over get that
It's all see, low down four pound
clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better down
P-I-M-P flippin
stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
Theres blood for the true thug, weight in the po-pub
nuthin, sit down and shut up, roll like that
Then in the morn we ball that

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