Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Em Up

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

The clock hits twelve, I'm on the
Punching your code if you want nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like diamonds and windy
And I got more than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a
But if you a punk motherfucker shit and working with the rollers
You duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking
I from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting
TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it

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

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[Kane &
Automatic gats for combat what we
Flip niggas flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the in my droor
Went from selling double up's to double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun and rapping
Watch me smoke my weed, got my drink and bud
up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and 'cause
I was a soldier, I remain a soldier
A cobra, even sold my mamma a a
a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for
G's don't give a fuck till the blow up
Game over, and Abel, no limit soldiers

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No soldiers, I thought I told ya!

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