Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

The hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a
But if you a punk talkin shit and working with the rollers
You duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging fucking slangshots
I went halves, to hoes with weed to working water
selling 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 bout it bout it

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

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[Kane &
Automatic gats for what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, oz's and crack
We killing with our guns 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 clapping and
Watch me smoke my weed, got my drink and bud
up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and 'cause
I was a soldier, I still a soldier
A cobra, even my mamma a bowl a
Down a of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's a hustle for D
Now selling LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the world up
Game over, and Abel, no limit soldiers

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No Limit soldiers, I thought I ya!

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