Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

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

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I'm a represent my hood 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 history
Aint no mugging, thugs with me
no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto live Al Capone
I be breaking niggas ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters down doors
With hoes and gators, and polo's
So watch back when you hustling crack
Cause take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is
And cars get brand new grills

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[Kane &
gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with and crack
We with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my
Went from selling double up's to going platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and
I was a soldier, I remain a soldier
A cobra, even sold my a bowl a
Down a fifty of 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, and Abel, no limit soldiers

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No Limit soldiers, I thought I ya!

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