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
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The clock hits twelve, I'm on the
Punching your code if you want nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC
Throw it up if you a
But if you a punk talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic slangshots
I went from halves, to with weed to working water
selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and
Not nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still 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, just with 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 like ice in Iceland
niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking doors
With and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is
And only get brand new grills

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Automatic gats for combat what we
Flip niggas flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our and balls
The car the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and
me smoke my little weed, got my drink 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 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 LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, and Abel, no limit soldiers

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No Limit soldiers, I I told ya!

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