Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

Krayzie feat mjg, 8ball, layzie 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, make your dough. if you a gansta, let gun smoke.

Took a out to texas and I find real 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 some love, so now you're dealin' with the big 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 fuckin' with. touched and got with 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 some money to get by. yeah, I thought to connect, and
Up with mjg, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. nobody know who shot that
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, pimp them hoes. if you a you, better get ready for
War. if you a hustla, make dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a 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 be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit,
For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up for rats
Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to 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 breaks in
Crook niggas. make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which
One's the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. my stash, leavin' you fast. you're
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 that nigga to
Rest. I'm you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that 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 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 fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned 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 through with the mack-10. wish trippin'
When I pulled out the glock. you know all of my niggas be ready this
Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. 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 bust the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that
Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll gets more and I won't 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 meet and my 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, the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
Uh, you'll 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 them house
Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few and split a few wigs . if
That's what it is, you be mindin' your business, or be beggin'
Forgiveness. you all I'm sayin? is, just don't fuck with me, man.

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