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 hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more 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 when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to water
From grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and
Not every nigga in the hood me
Uhhhhhh, but getting
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, Master P
A ghetto nigga, and made history
Aint no mugging, thugs with me
no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and
That's why niggas in the live like Al Capone
I be niggas like ice in Iceland
niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking doors
With hoes and gators, and polo's
So watch back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers 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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Automatic gats for what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and
We killing with tatooes our and balls
The car with the in my droor
Went from selling double up's to going platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun 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 remain a soldier
A cobra, even sold my mamma a a
Down a fifty of and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with 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
Game over, and Abel, no limit soldiers

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No soldiers, I thought I told ya!

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