Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

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

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

X 4

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

J]
This out to all my niggas
Flippin cheese and countin
Put boy up in the picture
Knowin I wanna be down ya
niggas, Chi-Town niggas
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
are red from dope we chokin
All your hoes they blowin
Pay to our pimpin
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the club up thugs and

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, slidin, canivin
Bogus nigga hopeful
Got that
Send the word,
Not because the mac spittin potent
And overdose, comatose
We gon rush and drain mind
It's a in the ghetto
And we livin in times

X 4

[Lord
is frozen, not frozen and cold
We the cold terrorists, we entered this city Chicago
Cruical the the Memphis streets is
Now you know you can't break (..?..)
I'ma let mob take off
stop 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 city
Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a
Feel my force, of course hoarse
From the rusty point of sickle
up through the ?vouches?
Lord Infamous shock
I'm like project 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 number one gun
em up or fold em up son no love for none
Run up and get done
Hit em up jump straight
When it dump it bullet'll thump ya junk
on fool pull the wrong move
And soon lose ya like
In the middle make a of ya
Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya
Where ya nuts son?
I got Chicago straight
98 figured up on John Doe
In the roll no peepin at all
Close to coast close to
em all, put em in shock
'cause ya can't walk or
If ya know who the boss, it up
Ya lost, say

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