Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Bogish

X 4
We bogus and mafia!
Say

Stand tall this shit jump off
back back down
Got a wolf pack attack
body snatch em, crack em
Detach and em
Run from the gun finna have you
em around ready to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm they found em stankin
'cause he wasn't ready for the gankin
Blindfold style
Certified lunatic bucked
Cook County bounty better be audi
fulla anger, step into my chamber
Oh I'm finna hang ya, ranglers
Ride, east coast coast
In the middle, south, 2 bogus
Minds with the Conflict bumpin
Your trunk and we steady

[Crunchy
It's a motherfuckin up
Giddy your up
Three 6 tear the motherfuckin club up
Crucial Conflict, I roll with
get a bitch, war and straight gun up
Gimme money, ain't shit funny
Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from south
Nigga think I'm hoe I ain't ?tray?
Find this gun in motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
If you I'm playin, proof test me baby
If you know what I'm
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over prayin
Got a couple niggas over here layin
down in the ground hopin dead they live
You ain't Mafia, you don't know the
Representin Memphis to the and I got my gat
But it where 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 lived before
Paid to do my same
Hopin I get dropped bogus 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 to the blue, how you call us crew
Fool, be what's cool, you snooze you lose
Me and my down south niggas
the other nigga, we pay dues too

J]
This goes out to all my
Flippin cheese and figures
Put your boy up in the
Knowin I wanna be down ya
Memphis niggas, Chi-Town
Clicked up like notorious
Never focused, bogus
Blunts and is all we totin
rollin, constantly rollin
Tight on but weed I'm smokin
Every playas postin
Eyes are red dope we chokin
All your hoes they blowin
Pay to our pimpin
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the up thugs and bitches

Bone solid! 'cause papa was a stone
Gotta get em on and it's on but in the zone
visions of glistens my posse ridin
Dippin in my
Never slippin, just slidin,
bogus nigga hopeful
Got mossberg
the word, Kilo
Not because the mac spittin potent
And overdose, comatose
We gon and drain your mind
It's a Conflict in the
And we livin in times

X 4

[Lord
Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and
We the cold terrorists, we have entered this Chicago
Cruical the Conflict the Memphis is
Now you niggas you can't break (..?..)
I'ma let mob take off
Won't stop until I it off
The left it up till it wet and erupt
Erupt muggin my type busta
Come get up in the middle of an inner riddle
Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a
Feel my force, of course you're
From the rusty point of sickle
up through the ?vouches?
Lord shock absorbin
I'm squishin like 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 punk
Hit em up straight bucked
When it dump it come bullet'll ya junk
It's on fool pull the wrong
And soon ya like Lucifer
In the middle make a of ya
Ruin ya nigga and get abused ya crushed
Huh? Where ya son?
I got Chicago Chicago
98 shit figured up on Doe
In the no flow peepin at all
to coast close to crawl
Bump em all, put em in
'cause ya can't walk or
If ya know who the boss, it up
Ya lost, say

(till fade)