Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

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

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

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[Do or
Don't get close to our side if you ain't from New
You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp you die"
You you a murderer, put your guns in the sky
Make see em, 'cause every nigga we fuck with has heaters
Don't get, stepped with these heaters you hatin on these po-pos
Don't think for one time comin solo
It's Do or Die, collabo
Neighborhood watch you from a block with a of thugs
Ready to show some
with extra 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
keep up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these glocks and rob the
Two niggaz glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your ass gettin hot with the casin
It's or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug
a shorty been hollerin seeds with a plug in
Two for ten, up on the block cut griller
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe
Iller noise put through my blood
If niggaz got love it's in my
Run niggaz spittin that's followin shit
And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin

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

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