Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk
A lot of ghetto goin' on right here
West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster, Flex,
Big Punisher,
We on shit, Thugs

Yo, I got no license, two but hey
Yo a GS gray, and a CLK
Never, so it can lead my way
My first, album was but ain't, get no play

We out, with them MLX's
I'm but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah, this is like our 60th
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you the peep

Me and you platinum, 'cause you fuckin' with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, three
Yo, through, eat niggaz like you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we fuck too

We at the Mariott, meet us at,
N.O.R.E., and the Punisher crew
We do it for the ghetto, and the families too
'Cause if I had friends, I have a two door Benz

I, be on deep shit, only coppin' cheap shit
Thinkin' long term, not thinkin' on some weak
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
Everybody to snake me, cornflake me

Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd never go to prison

Yo Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is
We keep two and slugs, under in the clubs

Yo Brothers
Big Nore and Pun, warriors from
The and most notorious slums

Yo Brothers
Thug shit at heart, we from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's

Yo Thug
Jess West, Pun TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga

You brave in the heart, playin' a part amazingly
sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin' New York cats past the
First it was Nasty Nas watch me turn a apple into Macintosh

Computer chip, flow, [unverified]
Tote the toast on low, business personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in
Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the

They crucified him now they us refuse to fry 'em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm
If that's my it's meant to be, just remember
To the motherfuckin' that bent me right, next to me

Aight Aight then
(No Pun)
fight then, I'm hype blend, comin' with the thunder
And the lightening, the comp, ice on the arm
Nights on the storm, put knifes in moms, right up in the Bronx

Mic in the palm, it's the God
I a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger than life, my initials in my wife
She'd to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes

The father of Christ, get a mortal
Blessin' beer bottles by the with Nore, it's brothers thuggin'

Yo Thug
shit at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, it who want it, it's sparked

Yo Brothers
West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga