Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone:thug 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 trip out to texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. a can
Vibe, y'all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
Give 'em some love, so now dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know
These ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got the realest
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the house, yes it's truly-yours,
Mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a soldier boy,
Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the 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 that other shit mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot
Pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, 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, 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.

Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, at the size of the bank
That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it
You wonder why be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'
For to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats
Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. '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. recitin' the gift, the
Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know you're
Goin' too far? the you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half
Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, ones the head and, huh, which
One's the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, 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 nigga decide to
Rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', in pimpin'. the shit that I got is the
that I'm given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen,
the bud.

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

Too many fake niggas done 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 the mack-10. wish trippin'
When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be this
Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it did stop. everybody I know
Out for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a
Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my
Grudge. what? nigga we'll till the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my and I gotsta be that soldier
Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't till I piece this puzzle. I'm a
Go gather up all lost souls 'em the way to the road 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, 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 ain't changed, little lay stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po sweat my blessings and
Uh, probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense
Of an angel to the table. me put it down for mo, and them suave house
Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few and split a few wigs . if
That's what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be
Forgiveness. you all I'm sayin? is, just don't fuck with me, man.

If you a pimp, nigga, them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready 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
Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, shit don't stop. you
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? all over the muthafuckin' and back again,
Bitch. forever.