Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone:thug 1999

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 gansta, let your gun smoke.

Took a trip out to texas and I 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
ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes truly-yours,
Mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior 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 thought to connect, and
Up with mjg, made money, all that 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, 'cause I'm gonna 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, better get for
War. if you a hustla, your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Who be i? the who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
That he hold. natural born mind control. false gang blown away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit,
For ways to us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats
Who snatch cheese. fly a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin? the throne. 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 when you're
Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, I 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? my cash. now who would've know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast.
Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, rippin'
His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that decide to
Rest. I'm you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that I got is the
Shit that I'm given. constantly that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen,
the bud.

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

Too many niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they
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 with the mack-10. wish trippin'
When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my be ready this
Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, it never did stop. everybody I know
Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper 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 the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my and I gotsta be that soldier
Claimin' mo! though it get hectic, respect 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 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a
Deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my in a battle field. we
Marchin', ready for war, the law, they ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can
up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, I am so sick
Of oppression, ain't changed, little lay still stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' there no more weapon, the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
Uh, probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense
Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and suave house
Niggas. so, and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if
what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin'
Forgiveness. you know all I'm sayin? is, don't fuck with me, man.

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.

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 over the muthafuckin' and back again,
Bitch. forever.