Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

P]
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Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, bitches and
the

The clock hits twelve, I'm on the
Punching your if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and
And I got more than JC Pennies
it up if you a soldier
But if you a motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the pops
Cause we be slanging automatic slangshots
I from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to quarters
From keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it it

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I'm a represent my hood I die
And I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga P
A ghetto nigga, live and made
Aint no mugging, just thugs me
Aint no hugging, no loving P
These heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto like Al Capone
I be niggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas sevens in dice games
plated meters knocking down doors
With and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch your when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but shit is real
And only cars get new grills

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[Kane &
Automatic for combat what we pack
Flip niggas flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our and balls
The car the tek-nine in my droor
from selling double up's to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and
Watch me my little weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, and 'cause
I was a soldier, I remain a soldier
A cobra, sold my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, a hustling for cheese
G's give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no soldiers

P]
No Limit soldiers, I I told ya!

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