Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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Throw em up if you a soldier, if you these niggas, these 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 soed up like diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC
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 pops
Cause we be slanging fucking slangshots
I went halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and
Not every nigga in the hood me
Uhhhhhh, but getting
TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it

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

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[Kane &
Automatic for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and
We killing tatooes our guns and balls
The car the tek-nine in my droor
from selling double up's to going double platimum
For selling crack and, and gun clapping and rapping
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 still a soldier
A cobra, even sold my mamma a a
Down a fifty of and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for
G's don't give a fuck till the world up
Game over, and Abel, no limit soldiers

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No soldiers, I thought I told ya!

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