Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Flex

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 but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, them MLX's
I'm underground but I records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah this is our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the
Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin me
This is the final chapter, you told me, volume
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., and the Punisher crew
We do it for the ghetto, and the families too
Cause if I had friends, I have a two door Benz
I, be on deep shit, only coppin cheap shit
Thinkin term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, they hate me
Everybody to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I myself, I'd never go back to prison

Chorus: and Pun

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

Punisher]
You brave in the heart, playin a amazingly smart
sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into
chip, locomotion flow, ????
Tote the toast on low, business personal
Just 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 us refuse to fry em
The state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin
If that's my destiny it's to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin bent me right, next to me
crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin the thunder
and the lightening, the comp, ice on the arm
Nights on the storm, put knifes in your moms, right up in the
Mic in the palm, the Ghetto God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, I scream, Terror Squad
We larger than life, my 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 beer by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin

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