Luyện nghe bài hát No Pretender

[Krayzie
We no
We no
We bang

No surrender, no
II Tru my crew thick
behind us
You don't wanna see Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be
Just hated by foes
Throw blows, bow hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
I'm too
Never me slippin' muthafucka set up
II Tru to my day
Rollin' with
Mo' Thug love what
You got your suit
You got your
But if you pop one
My comin' back uptight and I'm a end mine
I'm but
One of the best
Pumpin' in ear
Fillin' the air nothin' but potent ass bud smells

We with Bone hit the deck
On the worst of the
with the .38 and TEC
Hey man how we love TEC's
Ain't gotta 'em
But when we find the snitch
'em
Head for the ditch
Victims say we got a to snitch
Goin' to the cut so we can break the
How you want the
Red on on this suit fried
When he died we showed the nigga he could ride
Or fuck the souljahs
That glide on the side
Runnin' with
your pages
Fuck the
Shoulda known not to with the thugs all militant
Hell yeah we but we ill to defence of livin'
Still can't help the way we
In the land so
Eveybody's singin' the song along the road

[Boogy
I'm the lives of all them seargents, lieutenants we pin this
How far are you to go
When you test us we test boy
part the sea and pin the scriptures we read 'em
Gotta get 'em where it
Gotta get their kids
Now my subject be the in me
I'm wantin' soul to burn in hell
And dwell and the past who put you there
family was soon to follow
As I my intro on your people
God the children though
It was business personal
pray to the Lord for your soul
Run through the tunnel of the light
Can you see me see me

Bone]
Boy you believe it
Your fin to feel it
the coffin top drop the box lock shut
Toss 'em in the back of the
And I wish I could watch the cop's crooked rott
And thugs all in time
the world
Collect the minds of all the little and boys
And pearls to a another
Where really is us fuck the system
Is ya me now
'Cause I got time
To be fuckin' with the street weak leakin'
You it's cool to be thuggin' on '99
I parlay break bustas and that's on the grind
Niggas tryin' to creep up on ah up
But I betcha nigga come my way you
You knew we was
We do smoke blunts
We do all our own
Fuck a whole bunch
So wanna die
So we fin to 'em
Hit the copper chop 'em up the M-11
Now the pain
We the T-H-U-G be souljah
is sure we got the real shit for ya
Never respect 'em ready to blow 'em out ya now
Come on we take a pow pow
That gauge that gauge we they lay they lay
What a day
Get up and fuck 'em on up
When they pull you to side and they tryin' to put the on
That's the perfect to get it pump
Then you up in the glove
Hold your then get ya buss on
Let 'em the round
Or the sound
Of the twelve gauge
Destruction made
Now the is through and we got your pay

Bone]
We no
We no
We bang