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 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, 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 is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the but now you gettin the peep
Me and you platinum, cause you fuckin with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, three
Yo, through, eat niggaz like ? you
And tell bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too
We at the Mariott, meet us at,
N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher
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 some shit, only coppin cheap shit
long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause hate 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!
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Big Nore and Pun, warriors from
the glorious and notorious slums
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] shit at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, it who want it, it's sparked
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] Jess West, Pun TS
Yo Funk Flex, ????

Punisher]
You brave in the heart, playin a part 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
Computer chip, locomotion flow,
Tote the toast on low, never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, in piece
or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the
They crucified him now they us refuse to fry em
The pendulum of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin
If my destiny it's meant to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin that bent me right, to me
Aight (No doubt 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 tear a heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger than life, my initials carved in my
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her
The of Christ, get a mere mortal
beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin

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