Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Flex

A lot of things goin on right here
West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
FUNKMASTER! Flex,
Big Punisher,
We on some
?

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 out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah this is like our 60th
Yo Flex, you got the but now you gettin the peep
Me and you platinum, cause you fuckin with 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, 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 have a two door Benz
I, be on deep shit, only coppin cheap shit
long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I trust, no one now, cause they hate me
Everybody 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 than blood, my is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Big Nore and Pun, we're from
the glorious and most notorious
Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Thug shit at heart, we bugged the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, sparked
[Nore] Yo Brothers!
[Pun] Jess West, Pun TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga

[Big
You brave in the heart, playin a part smart
Razor sharp, raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats past the
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple Macintosh
chip, locomotion flow, ????
Tote the toast on low, never personal
Just some to know, if you from the streets, come in piece
or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the
They crucified him now they us refuse to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm
If that's my destiny it's meant to be, just
to bury the that bent me right, next to me
Aight (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 your moms, right up in the
Mic in the palm, it's the God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, 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 father of Christ, get a mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers

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