Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Flex
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, [unverified] so it can my way
My first, was dope but ain't, get no play

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

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

We at the Mariott, meet us at,
N.O.R.E., and the Punisher crew
We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the too
'Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't a two door Benz

I, be on some deep shit, only cheap shit
long term, not thinkin' on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, they hate me
Everybody to snake me, cornflake 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, deep in the clubs

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aight crew? Aight
(No Pun)
Let's 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 tear a heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We than life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm God in her eyes

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

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

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