Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk
A lot of ghetto things goin' on right
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, album was dope but ain't, get no

We out, with 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, come through, eat like you
And tell bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm God in her eyes

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

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

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