Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Flex
A lot of ghetto things on right 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 dope but ain't, get no

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

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

We at the Mariott, us at, 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the crew
We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the too
'Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two Benz

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

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

Yo Thug
Deeper than blood, my 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 Thug
Thug at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, sparked

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

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

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

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 destiny it's to be, just remember
To bury the motherfuckin' bent me right, next to me

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

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

The of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin' beer bottles by the dozen with Nore, brothers thuggin'

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

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