Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

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We the murderers, pimps thugs
We the murderers, pimps 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
dimes was my trademark
Soon as blunt spark
I, inhale, exhale, took my next
Daily routine, get up, wash ass, get
Cop that tear on my slick sixteen
I seen bricks and cash and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that
'cause Pa-pi's sloppy, and kinda fiendly
Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, where? Hollis Queens
Woodhull, got it all from and fiends
I cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline
OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS
Bulletproof to eliminate stress
Ha, who the

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[Do or
Don't get close to our if you ain't from New York
You "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till 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 these when you hatin on these po-pos
Don't think for one time Ja's solo
It's Do or Die, Chicago
Neighborhood watch you from a block with a of thugs
to show some love
Grippin with extra guns and
And worldwide all these niggaz know we 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 up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with glocks and rob the basement
Two with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass 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 seeds a plug in
Two for ten, up on the diamond cut griller
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe
Iller noise put through my blood
If got love it's in my blood
Run niggaz spittin that's followin shit
And niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit

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

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