Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

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

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

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

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No soldiers, I thought I told ya!

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