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 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, album was but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you freaks
CNN, yeah this is like our week
Yo Flex, you got the but now you gettin the peep
Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin 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
long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I trust, no one now, cause they hate me
known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd never go 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, warriors from
the glorious and notorious slums
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Thug shit at heart, we bugged the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, ????

[Big
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 then watch me turn a apple Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow,
Tote the toast on low, never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in
or in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, I'm dyin
If that's my destiny meant to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin bent me right, next to me
crew? (No doubt 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, the Ghetto God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror
We larger life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her
The of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin beer by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin

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