Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

Stand when this shit jump off
Better back down
Got a wild pack attack
We'll body snatch em, em
and smack em
Run the gun finna have you some
em around ready to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm they found em stankin
'cause he wasn't ready for the gankin
Blindfold execution
straight lunatic bucked
Cook County bounty rowdy better be
Bangers fulla anger, step my chamber
Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo
Ride, coast west coast
In the middle, down south, 2
Hypnotized Minds with the bumpin
Your trunk and we steady

[Crunchy
It's a motherfuckin up
your shit up
Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin up
Conflict, click I roll with
Better get a bitch, war and gun up
Gimme money, ain't shit funny
with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ?tray?
Find this gun in your mouth, test me baby
If you think I'm playin, test me baby
If you what I'm sayin
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas here prayin
Got a couple motherfuckin over here layin
Face down in the ground hopin dead live
You ain't Mafia, you know the deal
Representin Memphis to the 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 city's
Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have 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 claks and thousand suits
boots, a ring or two
How you to the blue, how you call us crew
Fool, be what's 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
Flippin cheese and figures
Put boy up in the picture
Knowin I wanna be down ya
niggas, Chi-Town niggas
Clicked up notorious killas
Never focused, always
Blunts and guns is all we
rollin, constantly rollin
Tight on white but weed I'm
Every playas postin
are red from dope we chokin
All your hoes they kisses
Pay to our pimpin
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the up thugs and bitches

Bone solid! papa was a rolling stone
Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror
visions of glistens my posse ridin
Dippin in my
slippin, just slidin, canivin
Bogus bogus hopeful
Got mossberg
the word, Kilo
Not the mac spittin potent dope
And this overdose,
We gon rush and your mind
It's a Conflict in the
And we livin in times

X 4

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

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 jump bucked
When it it come bullet'll thump ya junk
It's on fool pull the wrong
And lose ya like Lucifer
In the middle a fool of ya
Ruin ya nigga and get abused ya crushed
Where ya nuts son?
I got Chicago straight
98 figured up on John Doe
In the roll no flow at all
Close to close to crawl
Bump em all, put em in
'cause ya can't walk or
If ya who the boss, pack it up
Ya lost, say

(till fade)