Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers

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

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

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

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

We at the Mariott, us at, 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the 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
Thinkin' long term, not thinkin' on some weak
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
known to snake me, cornflake me

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

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

Yo Thug
Big Nore and Pun, we're from
The glorious and most slums

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

Yo Brothers
Jess West, Pun TS
Yo Funk Flex, [unverified]

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

chip, locomotion flow, [unverified]
Tote the toast on low, business never
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in
Or leave in pieces, even was killed by the polices

They crucified him now they inject us to fry 'em
The state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin'
If that's my destiny it's meant to be, remember
To the motherfuckin' that bent me right, next 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 nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Squad
We larger than life, my carved in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her

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

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

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