Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie mentality 1999

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready 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 playa playas. hey, there, mo and we gotsta
Give 'em some love, so now dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that I know
These ain't no hoes you with. touched down and got with the realest
Niggas in the town. now look in the suave house, yes it's truly-yours,
sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,
Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i
Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, I to connect, and hooked
Up with mjg, made money, 'cause all that shit don't mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot
Pump, I'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga
did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. whatever you
Claim, you get paid. shit.

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

Who be i? the nigga who plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes
You wonder why be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you with that shit, lookin'
For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm up traps 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 in my path, I'm bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the
Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you when you're
Goin' too the further you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half
Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh,
One's the ass? your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. my stash, leavin' you fast. you're
Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. at the bullets, they rippin'
His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that decide to
Rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit 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, them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for
War. if you a hustla, your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Too fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they
win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now I'm in the wind,
500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. wish
I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this
Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it did stop. everybody I know
Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's than the way you perceive a
Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my
Grudge. what? nigga bust till the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that
mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece 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, haters and my soldiers in a battle field. we
Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can
Meet up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, I am so
Of oppression, shit changed, little lay still stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' there no weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
Uh, you'll probably feelin? the sense of danger, but I'm bringin' the sense
Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave
Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few dollars and split a few . if
That's what it is, you better be mindin' business, or be beggin'
Forgiveness. you know all I'm sayin? is, just don't with me, man.

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.

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