Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk

A lot of ghetto things goin on here
West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
FUNKMASTER! Flex,
Big Punisher,
We on some
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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, was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you freaks
CNN, yeah this is like our 60th
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the
Me and you platinum, cause you fuckin with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, three
Yo, come through, eat niggaz ? you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we fuck too
We at the Mariott, meet us at,
N.O.R.E., Flex and the 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 deep shit, only coppin cheap shit
long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
Everybody known to me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd never go back to

Chorus: and Pun

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

Punisher]
You in the heart, playin a part amazingly smart
sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into
Computer chip, flow, ????
Tote the toast on low, business personal
Just some words to know, if you the streets, come in piece
or in pieces, even Jesus was killed 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 doubt Pun!) then
Let's then, I'm hype 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, the Ghetto God
I tear a heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger than life, my initials in my wife
share to starve on my diet, understand 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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