Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk

A lot of things goin on right 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, them MLX's
I'm underground but I records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you the peep
Me and you goin platinum, you fuckin with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, volume
Yo, come through, eat like ? you
And tell them in the back, that we wanna fuck too
We at the Mariott, meet us at,
N.O.R.E., Flex and the 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 some deep shit, only coppin shit
Thinkin long term, not on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, they hate me
Everybody known to me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd go back to prison

Chorus: and Pun

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

Punisher]
You brave in the heart, a part amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, of the art
New York cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
chip, locomotion 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 killed by the
They crucified him now they inject us to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, I'm dyin
If my destiny it's meant to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin that bent me right, to me
Aight crew? (No Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm 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 a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes
The father of Christ, get a mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore Brothers Thuggin

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