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 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, 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 like our week
Yo Flex, you got the but now you gettin the peep
Me and you goin platinum, you fuckin with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, volume
Yo, through, eat niggaz like ? you
And tell them in the back, that we wanna fuck 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 have a two Benz
I, be on some deep shit, coppin cheap shit
Thinkin term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
Everybody known to snake me, me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I myself, I'd never go back to prison

Chorus: and Pun

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

Punisher]
You in the heart, playin a part amazingly smart
sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats the start
First it was Nasty Nas watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow,
Tote the toast on low, business never
Just some to know, if you from the streets, come 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 meant to be, just remember
to bury the that bent me right, next to me
Aight crew? (No Pun!) Aight then
Let's then, I'm hype blend, comin with the thunder
and the lightening, the comp, ice on the arm
Nights on the storm, put knifes in moms, right up in the Bronx
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 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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