Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk
A lot of ghetto things goin' on 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, [unverified] so it can my way
My first, was dope but ain't, get no play

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

Me and you goin platinum, you fuckin' with me
is the final chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, through, eat niggaz like you
And tell them bitches in the back, we wanna 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
if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two door Benz

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

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

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

Yo Thug
Big Nore and Pun, warriors from
The glorious and most slums

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

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

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

Computer chip, locomotion flow,
Tote the on low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you the streets, come in piece
Or in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices

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

Aight crew? Aight
(No Pun)
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin' 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, the Ghetto God
I tear a heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd share to on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes

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

Yo Brothers
Thug at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, sparked

Yo Thug
Jess West, Pun TS
Yo Flex, Noreaga [unverified]