Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk

A lot of ghetto things on right here
West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
FUNKMASTER! Flex,
Big Punisher,
We on shit
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Yo, I got no license, two but hey
Yo a GS grey, and a CLK
Never, ? so it can my way
My first, album was but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, them MLX's
I'm but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the but now you gettin the peep
Me and you goin platinum, you fuckin with me
is the final chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat like ? you
And them 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 gonna do it for the ghetto, and the too
Cause if I had friends, I have a two door Benz
I, be on some deep shit, only cheap shit
Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
Everybody to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd never go to prison

Nore and Pun

[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under in the clubs
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from
the glorious and notorious slums
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] shit at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] West, Pun from TS
Yo Flex, Noreaga ????

[Big
You brave in the heart, playin a amazingly smart
Razor sharp, raps, state of the art
New York cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, flow, ????
Tote the on low, business never personal
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 inject us to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, 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? (No Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin 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, the Ghetto God
I a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, I'm like God in her eyes
The father of Christ, get a mortal
Blessin bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin

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