Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

The clock twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and
And I got more than JC Pennies
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 automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin
From quarter keys, to tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood me
Uhhhhhh, but getting
Stayin TRU to the game, and still it bout it

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I'm a represent my till I die
And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it
Third ward, calliope, nigga P
A nigga, live 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 ghetto like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in
niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated knocking down doors
With and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch your back you hustling crack
Cause jackers your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this is real
And only cars get new grills

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[Kane &
gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our and balls
The car with the in my droor
Went selling double up's to going double 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 still a soldier
A cobra, even sold my 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 for cheese
G's don't a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, and Abel, no limit soldiers

P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I ya!

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