Luyện nghe bài hát No Pretender

[Krayzie
We no
We no
We bang

No surrender, no
II Tru my come thick
Family us
You don't see this Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be
hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down
Mo' Thug this like pros
I'm too
Never catch me muthafucka set up
II Tru to my day
with AJay
Mo' Thug nigga what
You got your blue
You got nine
But if you pop one
My trues comin' back and I'm a end mine
I'm but
One of the females
in your ear
Fillin' the air with but potent ass bud smells

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

Nikke]
I'm takin' the lives of all seargents, lieutenants we pin this
How far are you to go
When you test us we nuts boy
Better part the sea and pin the we read 'em
Gotta get 'em it hurt
get their kids first
Now my be the envy in me
I'm wantin' your to burn in hell
And dwell and tell the past who put you
Your was soon to follow
As I complete my intro on people
God bless the children
It was business never
Better pray to the Lord for soul
Run away the tunnel of the light
Can you see me see me

Bone]
Boy you better it
people fin to feel it
When the coffin top drop the box shut
'em in the back of the hearse
And I wish I could watch the crooked body rott
And will all in time
Takeover the
Collect the of all the little girls and boys
And pearls to a dimension
Where is just us fuck the system
Is ya me now
'Cause I ain't got
To be fuckin' with the street leakin' mind
You know cool to be thuggin' on '99
I break bustas and niggas that's on the grind
Niggas tryin' to creep up on ah up
But I betcha nigga come my way you
You we was real
We really do smoke
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 be fuckin' 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
gauge that gauge we spray 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 time to get it
Then you reach up in the
Hold your breath get ya buss on
Let 'em the round
Or hear the
Of the twelve gauge
we've made
Now the is through and we got your pay

Bone]
We no
We no
We bang