Luyện nghe bài hát Murders, Pimps +Thugs

[Chorus 2X: Do or
We the murderers, pimps plus
We the murderers, pimps thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus
We the murderers, murderers,

[Ja
Growing up in the
With that New state of mind
I realized that night, that my was crime
Hustlin was my trademark
Soon as that spark
I, inhale, exhale, took my next
Daily routine, get up, ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my sixteen
I seen more and cash and shit
Got greedy, and up with that counterfit
'cause Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda
Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from where? Queens
Woodhull, got it all thugs and fiends
I cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, to the three
GS nigga
Bulletproof to eliminate stress
Ha, who the

2X]

[Do or
Don't get close to our if you ain't from New York
You "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put guns in the sky
Make them see em, 'cause every nigga we fuck with has
Don't get, stepped these heaters when you hatin on these po-pos
Don't for one time Ja's comin solo
Do or Die, Chicago collabo
Neighborhood watch you from a block a flock of thugs
Ready to show love
Grippin with guns and clips
And worldwide all these niggaz know we love shit
How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest
It's Do or Die and Ja Rule
for life

2X]

[Do or
Can't keep up the paper chasin
Gonna run up with glocks and rob the basement
Two with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass hot with the casin
It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug
Since a shorty hollerin seeds with a plug in
Two for ten, up on the block diamond cut
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe
Iller state put through my blood
If niggaz got love in my blood
Run niggaz hollows that's followin shit
And killin that ain't real, been hollerin shit

2X]

[Do or
Better get gone, chrome by the hip
Hit domes pickles, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho on 'for the clips get sticked home
Sit til the tricks gone
Then flash through the hood you misunderstood
Diamonds over get wood
It's all good see, low down four
Full clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw
Representin towns, you don't know now, better slow down
flippin filty
Cream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
Theres for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub
It's nuthin, sit down and up, roll like that
Then in the morn we ball that

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