Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

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We the murderers, pimps plus
We the murderers, pimps thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus
We the murderers, murderers,

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

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

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[Do or
Can't keep up with the paper
Gonna run up with glocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot the casin
It's or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and dealers
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 state put through my blood
If niggaz got love in my blood
Run niggaz spittin hollows that's followin
And killin niggaz ain't real, been hollerin shit

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

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