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 dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke.

Took a out to texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can
Vibe, 'cause y'all cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
Give 'em love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I
These ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got the realest
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes truly-yours,
Mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural boy,
to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i
Still make me some 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. nobody will know who shot
Pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, 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 you, better get ready for
War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let gun smoke.

Who be i? the who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
That he hold. natural mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems 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 snatch cheese. fly like a artist. tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
The hardest. mjg, pimp, with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of
Niggas who stand in my path, I'm 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 far? the you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half
Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the and, huh, which
One's the where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast.
I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. look 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', believin' in pimpin'. the shit I got is the
Shit that I'm given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, 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 fake niggas done tried to contend, and again, pinned that they
Couldn't win. ken took it to the head with a of hen now I'm in the wind,
500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. trippin'
When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be 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 than the way you 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'. my poverty 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 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 soldiers in a field. we
Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, 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, shit ain't changed, little lay 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 to make 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, don't fuck with me, man.

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.

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 muthafuckin' world and again,
Bitch. forever.