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 some shit,

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 dope but ain't, get no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Computer chip, 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 Jesus was by the polices

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

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

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

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

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

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