Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

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

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

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[Do or
Can't up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these and rob the basement
Two with 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
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 it's in my blood
Run spittin hollows that's followin shit
And niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit

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[Do or
Better get gone, chrome by the hip
Hit like pickles, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho pimp on 'for the clips get home
Sit til the tricks gone
Then flash through the hood you misunderstood
over get that wood
It's all good see, low four pound
clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better slow
flippin filty
Cream stream dream, Hennessy,
Theres blood for the true thug, puttin in the po-pub
nuthin, sit down and shut up, roll like that
Then in the we ball like that

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