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 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, yeah this is like our week
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 me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat like ? you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna 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 wouldn't have a two Benz
I, be on deep shit, only coppin cheap shit
Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
Everybody known to snake me, me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd go back to prison

Nore and Pun

[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] Deeper than blood, my is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] Big 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, sparked
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, ????

Punisher]
You brave in the heart, playin a part smart
Razor sharp, raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats the start
First it was Nasty Nas then me turn a apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow,
Tote the toast on low, business personal
Just some 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 it's meant to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin that me right, next to me
Aight (No doubt Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, 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, I scream, Terror Squad
We larger life, my initials carved in my wife
share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes
The of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with it's Brothers Thuggin

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