Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Flex

A lot of ghetto things 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 but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them
I'm but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah this is like our week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the
Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin me
This is the final chapter, you me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat like ? you
And tell them bitches in the back, 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
if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two door Benz
I, be on some deep shit, coppin cheap shit
Thinkin long term, not on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they me
known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my
I promised myself, I'd never go back to

Chorus: and Pun

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

[Big
You brave in the heart, playin a part smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, of the art
Takin New York cats past the
First it was Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow,
Tote the toast on low, business never
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in
or leave in pieces, Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now inject us refuse to fry em
The state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin
If that's my it's meant to be, just remember
to the motherfuckin that bent me right, next to me
crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin with the
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, the Ghetto 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, understand I'm like God in her
The of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin

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