Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging niggas, these bitches and
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The clock twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like diamonds and windy
And I got more than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the
You better duck down quick when the pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking
I went from halves, to hoes 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 rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it 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, nigga P
A ghetto nigga, live and history
Aint no mugging, just with me
Aint no hugging, no loving P
These heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas ice in Iceland
niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated knocking down doors
With and gators, jaboes and polo's
So your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this is real
And only get brand new grills

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Automatic gats for combat we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, oz's and crack
We with tatooes our guns and balls
The car the tek-nine in my droor
Went selling double up's to going double 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 still remain a
A cobra, sold my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and 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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