Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

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

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

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[Kane &
Automatic gats for what we pack
Flip niggas flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my
Went from double up's to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun and rapping
me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, and 'cause
I was a soldier, I still a soldier
A cobra, even my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and a bag of doshia
Quarter keys five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit

P]
No soldiers, I thought I told ya!

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