Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

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

Black?]
It's a motherfuckin up
Giddy your up
Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin up
Conflict, click I roll with
Better get a bitch, war and gun up
Gimme that money, ain't shit
with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't
Find this gun in your mouth, test me baby
If you think I'm playin, proof me baby
If you know what I'm
Got a couple motherfuckin over here prayin
Got a couple motherfuckin over here layin
Face down in the hopin dead they live
You Mafia, you don't know the deal
Memphis to the fullest 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 city's hardest
Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have before
Paid to do my same
Hopin I don't get dropped 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
boots, a ring or two
How you move to the blue, how you call us
Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you
Me and my down niggas rule
the other nigga, we pay dues too

J]
This goes out to all my
Flippin cheese and figures
Put boy up in the picture
Knowin I wanna be with ya
Memphis niggas, niggas
up like notorious killas
Never focused, bogus
and guns is all we totin
Constantly rollin, constantly
Tight on but weed I'm smokin
Every corner postin
Eyes are red from we chokin
All your they blowin kisses
Pay attention to our
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the club up and bitches

Bone solid! papa was a rolling stone
get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
Havin visions of glistens my posse
Dippin in my
slippin, just slidin, canivin
Bogus bogus hopeful
Got mossberg
the word, Kilo
Not because the mac spittin potent
And overdose, comatose
We gon rush and drain mind
a Conflict in the ghetto
And we livin in crucial

X 4

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

Smile for the the alarm to run
Gun got me so hit em son
We the one young gun
Hold em up or em up son no love for none
Run up and get done
Hit em up straight bucked
When it it come bullet'll thump ya junk
on fool pull the wrong move
And soon ya like Lucifer
In the middle a fool of ya
Ruin ya nigga choose and get ya crushed
Huh? ya nuts son?
I got straight Chicago
98 figured up on John Doe
In the no flow peepin at all
Close to coast to crawl
Bump em all, put em in
'cause ya walk or walk
If ya who the boss, pack it up
Ya lost, say

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