Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

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

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 gansta, let your gun smoke.

Took a trip out to texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. a can
Vibe, 'cause y'all cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
Give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really that 'cause I know
These ain't no hoes you 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 warrior ready for war, a soldier boy,
Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get 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, all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. will know who shot 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, them hoes. if you a thug you, better 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. false niggas' gang away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatin'. jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come that shit, lookin'
For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm up traps for rats
Who snatch cheese. fly a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
The hardest. mjg, pimp, with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of
who stand 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 know when
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 the head and, huh, which
One's the ass? where bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you're
Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. at the bullets, they rippin'
His open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to
Rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit 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 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 many niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they
Couldn't win. ken took it to the 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
When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready
Pop-pop, comin' the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody I know
Out lookin' for a up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a
Thug, no love, a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly
Grudge. what? nigga we'll bust till the of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier
mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I stop till I piece this puzzle. I'm a
Go gather up all lost show '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, fuck the law, ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can
Meet up at the district. I'm it to you, ready to die. see, I am so sick
Of oppression, shit changed, little lay still stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' no more 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 house
Niggas. so, and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . 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 fuck me, man.

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.

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