Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

Stand tall when shit jump off
Better back back
Got a wild wolf pack
We'll body snatch em, em
and smack em
Run from the gun finna have you
em around ready to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em
'cause he wasn't for the wild gankin
Blindfold style
straight lunatic bucked
Cook County bounty rowdy be audi
Bangers fulla anger, step my chamber
Oh I'm finna hang ya, ranglers
Ride, coast west coast
In the middle, south, 2 bogus
Minds with the Conflict bumpin
Your and we steady dumpin

Black?]
It's a stick up
Giddy your up
Three 6 tear the motherfuckin club up
Conflict, click I roll with
Better get a bitch, war and gun up
Gimme that money, shit funny
with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't
Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, me baby
If you think I'm playin, proof me baby
If you know I'm sayin
Got a couple niggas over here prayin
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas here layin
Face down in the ground hopin dead live
You ain't Mafia, you don't know the
Representin Memphis to the and I got my gat
But it ain't where you it's where you at
I'm in the golden,

X 4

Well if your hardest
Man have you seen the lives I feel that I lived before
to do my same life
Hopin I get dropped bogus for nothin I do
Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, a new
We in the too
We could get clink and thousand suits
Lizard boots, a or two
How you move to the blue, how you call us
Fool, be cool cool, you snooze you lose
Me and my south niggas rule
the other nigga, we pay dues too

J]
This out to all my niggas
cheese and countin figures
Put boy up in the picture
Knowin I wanna be with ya
Memphis niggas, Chi-Town
Clicked up like killas
Never focused, bogus
Blunts and guns is all we
rollin, constantly rollin
Tight on white but weed I'm
Every corner playas
Eyes are red from we chokin
All hoes they blowin kisses
Pay to our pimpin
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the club up and bitches

Bone solid! papa was a rolling stone
Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror
Havin visions of glistens my ridin
Dippin in my
Never slippin, slidin, canivin
Bogus nigga hopeful
Got that
the word, Kilo
Not the mac spittin potent dope
And overdose, comatose
We gon rush and drain your
a Conflict in the ghetto
And we livin in times

X 4

[Lord
Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and
We the terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago
Cruical the the Memphis streets is
Now you niggas you can't break (..?..)
I'ma let this mob off
stop until I knock it off
The left it up till it wet and erupt
like muggin my type busta
Come get up in the middle of an city riddle
Wanna fill a up, and not just a little
my force, of course you're hoarse
From the rusty of Scarecrow's sickle
Stabbin up the ?vouches?
Lord Infamous shock
I'm like project roaches
we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus

Smile for the bullhorn the to run
Gun got me so hit em son
We the one young gun
Hold em up or fold em up son no love for
Run up and get done
Hit em up straight bucked
When it dump it bullet'll thump ya junk
It's on fool pull the wrong
And soon lose ya Lucifer
In the make a fool of ya
Ruin ya choose and get abused ya crushed
Huh? Where ya son?
I got straight Chicago
98 figured up on John Doe
In the roll no flow at all
Close to coast to crawl
em all, put em in shock
'cause ya can't or walk
If ya know who the boss, it up
Ya lost, say

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