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 wanna see this Mo' Thug
To to be faded
hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
I'm too
catch me slippin' muthafucka set up
II Tru to my day
Rollin' AJay
Mo' Thug love nigga
You got your blue
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
in your ear
Fillin' the air with nothin' but potent ass bud

We with 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 when we find the snitch
'em
Head straight for the
Victims say we got a to snitch
to the cut so we can break the bitch
How you want the
Red on on this blue fried
When he died we showed the he could never ride
Or fuck with the
That glide on the Clair
with gauges
Flippin' pages
Fuck the
Shoulda known not to fuck the thugs all militant
Hell yeah we chill but we ill to defence of
Still can't 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 us we test nuts boy
Better the sea and pin the scriptures we read 'em
get 'em where it hurt
Gotta get kids first
Now my be the envy in me
I'm wantin' your to burn in hell
And dwell and the past who put you there
Your was soon to follow
As I complete my intro on people
God bless the though
It was business never
Better to the Lord for your soul
Run away the tunnel of the light
Can you see me see me

Bone]
Boy you believe 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 cop's crooked rott
And thugs all in time
Takeover the
Collect the minds of all the girls and boys
And to a another dimension
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 niggas that's on the
Niggas to creep up on ah come up
But I betcha nigga my way you sprayed
You knew we was
We really do blunts
We do all our own
cops a whole bunch
So they die
So we fin to 'em
Hit the chop 'em up with the M-11
Now feel the
We the T-H-U-G be souljah
Niggas is sure we got the shit for ya
Never respect 'em ready to blow 'em out ya now
Come on y'all we a pow pow
That gauge that gauge we spray they lay lay
a wonderful day
Get up buck and 'em on up
When they pull you to side and they tryin' to put the on
the perfect time to get it pump
Then you reach up in the
Hold your breath get ya buss on
Let 'em feel the
Or hear the
Of the gauge eruption
we've made
Now the peelin' is through and we got pay

Bone]
We no
We no
We bang