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 clock twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and
I got the ghetto soed up like mack and windy
And I got more sealers than JC
it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin and working with the rollers
You better duck quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to with weed to working water
From grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to tapes and cd's
Not every 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 I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, Master P
A ghetto nigga, live and made
Aint no mugging, thugs with me
no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and
That's why niggas in the ghetto live Al Capone
I be breaking niggas ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas sevens in dice games
Nickel meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, and polo's
So watch your back when you hustling
Cause jackers take your away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is
And only get brand new grills

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[Kane &
Automatic for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, oz's and crack
We killing with our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my
Went from selling double 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, sold my mamma 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, that's a hustling for
G's don't a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit

P]
No Limit soldiers, I I told ya!

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