Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies and Thugz

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[Wyclef] Let's go

[DJ
I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin don't rock
And I wanna, that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac
I wanna some wrongs before I put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock bastard don't you go shock
If the hood hates me buy your enemies guns
and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, your funds
Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the
You better nice up, before you leak and the ice up

[Wyclef
I wanna murder the sniper that shot at Luther King
Then get rid of the Viagra cause I'm ginseng
in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in
Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California, guns the size of
elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake your hump
Get your "Flashlight" we crunk like P-Funk

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- I know you feel me
If you up in the party let me see you your body
like you got no bones and you off the Henny
Thugs - with the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to my wife tonight, make love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' on ice, right

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was a matter of time
before I into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder
On the morning after, you can't the disaster
Cause parts get musty in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause I'm still comin you
I like your kids but I'ma spare 'em; maybe later
add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the niggaz you like the
still got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the piece

[Wyclef
Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik these rappers bored
So I ain't rap no I wrote songs for
Houston you could catch me with Santana
Bandana on tour, DipSet'n Santana
We don't sell like we to sell?
That's cause they live in America, we get sales
I'm on tour of the year, you can't see me 'cause
And your career gon' be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya

[Wyclef -
California, how to party
I land in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, four in a stretch
Big chronic, me nah smoke sess
But it's all buddha bless from the and the West
up yo' set, I don't say this often
But we gotta keep the peace, too many in a
Pour some liquor for my out in Compton

[DJ
I'm not a kingpin, I'm a wing man
Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a can
no G
Hennessy and Olde E, we run so
86 your concubine, he's just an old
You're so weak nigga and hoes is so cheap nigga
You even get a prop on your own street
I'm at the Lake Park and Meridian if you speak