Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

Stand tall when shit jump off
Better back down
Got a wolf pack attack
We'll snatch em, crack em
Detach and em
Run from the gun have you some
em around ready to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm head they em stankin
'cause he wasn't ready for the gankin
Blindfold style
Certified straight lunatic
Cook County rowdy better be audi
Bangers anger, step into my chamber
Oh I'm finna hang ya, ranglers
Ride, coast west coast
In the middle, down south, 2
Hypnotized Minds the Conflict bumpin
Your and we steady dumpin

Black?]
It's a stick up
your shit up
Three 6 finna the motherfuckin club up
Crucial Conflict, click I with
get a bitch, war and straight gun up
Gimme money, ain't shit funny
Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga 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 test me
If you know what I'm
Got a couple motherfuckin over here prayin
Got a motherfuckin niggas over here layin
Face in the ground hopin dead they live
You ain't Mafia, you don't the deal
Representin Memphis to the and I got my gat
But it ain't you from it's where you at
I'm in the golden,

X 4

Well if your hardest
Man have you seen the I feel that I have lived before
to do my same life
Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for I do
Smoke Hay like them playas in the 50's, it's a new
We in the too
We could get clink and thousand suits
boots, a ring or two
How you move to the blue, how you us crew
Fool, be cool cool, you snooze you lose
Me and my down south rule
the other nigga, we pay dues too

J]
This goes out to all my
cheese and countin figures
Put boy up in the picture
I wanna be down with ya
Memphis niggas, niggas
Clicked up notorious killas
Never focused, bogus
Blunts and guns is all we
Constantly rollin, rollin
Tight on white but I'm smokin
Every corner playas
Eyes are red from dope we
All your hoes they kisses
Pay to our pimpin
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the up thugs and bitches

Bone solid! 'cause papa was a rolling
get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
Havin visions of my posse ridin
in my stridin
Never slippin, just slidin,
Bogus bogus hopeful
Got that
Send the word,
Not because the mac potent dope
And overdose, comatose
We gon rush and drain mind
a Conflict in the ghetto
And we livin in times

X 4

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

Smile for the the alarm to run
Gun got me so hit em son
We the one young gun
em up or fold em up son no love for none
Run up and get punk
Hit em up straight bucked
When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya
It's on pull the wrong move
And soon lose ya Lucifer
In the middle a fool of ya
Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya
Huh? ya nuts son?
I got Chicago Chicago
98 shit figured up on Doe
In the roll no peepin at all
Close to close to crawl
Bump em all, put em in
'cause ya can't or walk
If ya know who the boss, it up
Ya lost, say

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