Luyện nghe bài hát Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz

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

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 gansta, let gun smoke.

Took a trip out to texas and I find real niggas, me of mine. a nigga can
Vibe, 'cause y'all cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
Give 'em some love, so now you're 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 hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got the realest
Niggas in the town. now look 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, to get with 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, 'cause all that other shit 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 with. whatever you
Claim, you get paid. shit.

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.

Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a 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, fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems the more that we get, you come with that 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
Niggas who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. recitin' the gift, the
Shit that me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you're
Goin' too the further you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half
niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which
One's the ass? your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, you fast. you're
Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they
His vest open, 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 I'm given. constantly livin' 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 fake niggas done tried to contend, and 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 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 the mud everytime I try him from my wordly
Grudge. nigga we'll bust till the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and I be that soldier
Claimin' mo! though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll more chaos and I won't 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 soldiers in a field. we
Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain't on our side. yeah, we can
Meet up at the district. I'm 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 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 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, them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for
War. if you a make 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 world and back again,
Bitch. forever.