Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

P]
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Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging niggas, these bitches and
the

The clock hits twelve, I'm on the
Punching your code if you these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the
You better down quick when the tank pops
we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to with weed to working water
From grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it it

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I'm a my hood till I die
And when I'm gone put it on the and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga P
A ghetto nigga, live and made
Aint no mugging, just with me
Aint no hugging, aint no P
ghetto heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto like Al Capone
I be niggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down
With hoes and gators, and polo's
So watch your back when you hustling
jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but shit is real
And only cars get brand new

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[Kane &
Automatic gats for combat what we
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with and crack
We with tatooes our guns and balls
The car the tek-nine in my droor
from selling double up's to going double platimum
For selling and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and
I was a soldier, I still a soldier
A cobra, even sold my a bowl a
Down a of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, a hustling for cheese
G's give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit

P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I ya!

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