Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

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 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 dope but ain't, get no
We smoked out, them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan
CNN, this is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you the peep
Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin 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 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 have a two door
I, be on some shit, only coppin cheap shit
Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some weak
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd never go back to

Chorus: and Pun

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

Punisher]
You brave in the heart, a part amazingly smart
sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me a apple into Macintosh
chip, locomotion flow, ????
Tote the toast on low, business never
Just some to know, if you from the streets, come in piece
or leave in pieces, even Jesus was by the polices
They him now they inject us refuse to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm
If that's my it's meant to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin that bent me right, to me
Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight
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 your moms, up in the Bronx
Mic in the palm, it's the God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror
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 of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers

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