Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie mentality 1999

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get for
War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let gun smoke.

Took a out to texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can
Vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too close and we you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know
These no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest
in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes it's truly-yours,
Mister sawed-off leatherface, a ready for war, a natural soldier boy,
Ready to out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i
Still gotta make me money to get by. yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
Up with mjg, made money, 'cause all other shit don't mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who that
Pump, I'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga
That did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. you
Claim, you get paid. shit.

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, get ready for
War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let gun smoke.

Who be i? the nigga who plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
That he hold. natural born mind control. niggas' gang blown away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatin'. jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'
For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up for rats
Who cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of
Niggas who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. the lyrical gift, the
Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you when you're
Goin' too far? the further you get, the you are. shit, I breaks in half
Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which the head and, huh, which
One's the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. my stash, leavin' you fast. you're
Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin'
His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in is that nigga decide to
Rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the that I got is the
Shit that I'm given. constantly livin' that of a thug, drinkin' the hen,
the bud.

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get for
War. if you a hustla, make dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that
Couldn't win. ken took it to the head a fifth of hen now I'm in the wind,
500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. trippin'
I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this
Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody I
Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, deeper than the way you perceive a
Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud I try him from my wordly
Grudge. what? nigga we'll bust till the point of no return, I'm out
Swangin', chasin'. erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier
Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't stop I piece this puzzle. I'm a
Go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the to be real, give 'em a
Deal, train 'em to kill, meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we
Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain't on our side. yeah, we can
Meet up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, I am so
Of oppression, shit ain't changed, little lay stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
Uh, you'll probably feelin? the of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense
Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them house
Niggas. so, willin? and ready to a few dollars and split a few wigs . if
That's it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin'
Forgiveness. you know all I'm sayin? is, just don't fuck me, man.

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get for
War. if you a hustla your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Yeah ... thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mj-fuckin'-g. the
Realest alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop. you
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? all over the world and back again,
Bitch. forever.