Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Flex

A lot of ghetto things goin on right
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 records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, this is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the
Me and you platinum, cause you fuckin with me
is the final chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat like ? you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna too
We at the Mariott, us at, 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the crew
We do it for the ghetto, and the families too
Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't a two door Benz
I, be on some deep shit, only coppin cheap
Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some weak
I trust, no one now, cause they hate me
Everybody known to snake me, me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I myself, I'd never go back to prison

Nore and Pun

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

Punisher]
You brave in the heart, a part amazingly smart
Razor sharp, raps, state of the art
Takin New cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow,
the toast on low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, in piece
or leave in pieces, even was killed by the polices
crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm
If that's my destiny it's to be, just remember
to the motherfuckin that bent me right, next to me
Aight crew? (No Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, with 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, it's the God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, 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
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore Brothers Thuggin

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