Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

The hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a
But if you a motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin
From keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it it

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

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[Kane &
gats for combat what we pack
Flip like flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our and balls
The car the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double up's to double platimum
For selling and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and
I was a soldier, I remain a soldier
A cobra, sold my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of
keys with five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's don't a fuck till the world blow up
over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers

P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I ya!

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