Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

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

[Ja
Growing up in the
that New York state of mind
I realized night, that my future was crime
Hustlin dimes was my
Soon as blunt spark
I, inhale, exhale, my next sale
Daily routine, get up, ass, get cream
Cop that tear on my slick sixteen
I seen more bricks and cash and
Got greedy, and weed up with that
'cause Pa-pi's sloppy, and kinda fiendly
Stupid nigga, you trading 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
GS nigga
Bulletproof 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 "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put your in the sky
them see em, 'cause every nigga we fuck with has heaters
Don't get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these
think for one time Ja's comin solo
It's Do or Die, Chicago
watch you from a block with a flock of thugs
Ready to show love
Grippin with extra guns and
And worldwide all these know we love that shit
How we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
Do or Die and Ja Rule nigga
Murda for

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[Do or
Can't keep up the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these and rob the basement
Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, hastin
I's put two in your ass gettin hot with the casin
It's kill or be in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and dealers
Since a shorty been seeds 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 niggaz hollows that's followin shit
And killin niggaz that ain't real, 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 home
Sit back til the tricks
Then flash through the hood you misunderstood
Diamonds over get that
It's all good see, low four pound
Full clips for showdowns, smoke and throw down
Representin both towns, you know now, better slow down
P-I-M-P filty
Cream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
blood for the true thug, puttin 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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