Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

Stand tall this shit jump off
Better back back
Got a wolf pack attack
We'll snatch em, crack em
and smack em
Run from the gun finna you some
Spin em ready to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em
he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
Blindfold style
Certified lunatic bucked
Cook bounty rowdy better be audi
fulla 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
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
Fuckin with a motherfuckin from down south
think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
Find this gun in your mouth, test me baby
If you think I'm playin, proof me baby
If you know I'm sayin
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over layin
down in the ground hopin dead they live
You ain't Mafia, you don't the deal
Memphis to the fullest 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 city's
Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have before
Paid to do my life
Hopin I get dropped bogus for nothin I do
Smoke Hay like them back in the 50's, it'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 what's cool, you you lose
Me and my south niggas rule
Fuck the nigga, we pay dues too

J]
This out to all my niggas
Flippin and countin figures
Put boy up in the picture
Knowin I be down with ya
niggas, Chi-Town niggas
Clicked up like notorious
Never focused, always
Blunts and is all we totin
Constantly rollin, constantly
Tight on but weed I'm smokin
Every corner postin
Eyes are red from dope we
All hoes they blowin kisses
Pay attention to our
Flict, Nino, and the
We the club up thugs and bitches

Bone solid! 'cause papa was a rolling
Gotta get em on and it's on but in the zone
Havin visions of glistens my posse
Dippin in my
Never slippin, just slidin,
Bogus bogus hopeful
Got that
the word, Kilo
Not because the mac potent dope
And overdose, comatose
We gon rush and your mind
It's a Conflict in the
And we livin in crucial

X 4

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

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 punk
Hit em up jump bucked
When it dump it come thump ya junk
on fool pull the wrong move
And soon lose ya like
In the middle a fool of ya
Ruin ya nigga choose and get ya crushed
Huh? Where ya son?
I got straight Chicago
98 shit up on John Doe
In the no flow peepin at all
Close to coast close to
Bump em all, put em in
'cause ya can't or walk
If ya who the boss, pack it up
Ya lost, say

(till fade)