Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk

A lot of ghetto things 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, album was dope but ain't, get no
We smoked out, them MLX's
I'm but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the but now you gettin the peep
Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin me
This is the chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, through, eat niggaz like ? you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we 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 door
I, be on some deep shit, coppin cheap shit
long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, they hate me
known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I myself, I'd never go back to prison

Nore and Pun

[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] Deeper blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Big Nore and Pun, we're from
the glorious and most notorious
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] Thug shit at heart, we bugged 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, a part amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, of the art
Takin New cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into
chip, locomotion flow, ????
Tote the on low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, in piece
or leave in pieces, Jesus was killed 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 my destiny it's meant to be, just remember
to bury the that bent me right, next 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, it's the God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror
We larger than life, my initials 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 bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Thuggin

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