Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

The clock hits twelve, I'm on the
Punching your if you want these 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 motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic slangshots
I went halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood me
Uhhhhhh, but rowdy
TRU to the game, and still 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
Aint no mugging, just with me
no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and
why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas ice in Iceland
niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters down doors
With hoes and gators, and polo's
So watch back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new

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[Kane &
Automatic gats for combat what we
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and
We killing tatooes our guns 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 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 remain a
A cobra, even sold my a bowl a
Down a of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's which a for D
Now selling gold LP's, a hustling for cheese
G's don't give a till the world blow up
over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers

P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I ya!

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