Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

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

[Ja
up in the ghetto
With that New York of mind
I realized that night, that my was crime
Hustlin was my trademark
Soon as blunt spark
I, inhale, exhale, my next sale
Daily routine, get up, ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my sixteen
I seen bricks and cash and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that
'cause Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda
nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from Hollis Queens
Woodhull, got it all from and fiends
I cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the
GS nigga
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, 'cause every nigga we fuck has heaters
get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these po-pos
Don't think for one time Ja's comin
Do or Die, Chicago collabo
Neighborhood watch you a block with a flock of thugs
Ready to show some
Grippin with extra guns and
And all these niggaz know we love that shit
How we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
It's Do or Die and Ja nigga
Murda for

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[Do or
Can't keep up the paper chasin
run up with these glocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the
It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you
and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug dealers
Since a shorty been hollerin seeds with a in
Two for ten, up on the block cut griller
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe
Iller noise state put my blood
If niggaz got love it's in my
Run niggaz spittin hollows that's 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 like pickles, not to sit on
Better pimp on 'for the clips get sticked home
Sit back til the tricks
Then through the hood like you misunderstood
Diamonds get that wood
It's all good see, low down pound
Full clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better slow
flippin 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
in the morn we ball like that

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