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

Took a trip out to texas and I find niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can
Vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we
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 'cause I know
These ain't no you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the 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 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. 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 with. whatever 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 born mind control. false niggas' blown away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with 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' with bone, dividin? the throne. of
who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the
Shit that me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you're
too far? 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 your at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, you fast. you're
I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin'
His open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to
Rest. I'm you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that I got is the
Shit that I'm given. constantly livin' 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, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let gun smoke.

Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that
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 through with the mack-10. wish trippin'
I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this
Pop-pop, with the heat cocked, 'cause 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, a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly
Grudge. what? nigga bust till the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my and I gotsta be that soldier
Claimin' mo! even 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 souls 'em the way to the road 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
up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, I am so sick
Of oppression, shit changed, little lay still stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my and
Uh, you'll probably 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, willin? and to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if
That's what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be
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 get ready for
War. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let gun smoke.

Yeah ... thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mj-fuckin'-g. the
Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit stop. you
what I'm talkin' 'bout? all over the muthafuckin' world and back again,
Bitch. forever.