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 from the gun finna have you
Spin em around to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm head found em stankin
he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
Blindfold style
Certified straight lunatic
Cook County bounty rowdy be audi
Bangers fulla anger, step into my
Oh I'm hang ya, rodeo ranglers
Ride, east west coast
In the middle, down south, 2
Hypnotized Minds with the bumpin
trunk and we steady dumpin

[Crunchy
It's a stick up
your shit up
Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin up
Crucial Conflict, click I roll
Better get a bitch, war and gun up
Gimme that money, ain't funny
Fuckin a motherfuckin nigga from down south
Nigga think I'm hoe I ain't ?tray?
Find this gun in motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
If you think I'm playin, test me baby
If you know I'm sayin
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over prayin
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over layin
Face down in the ground hopin they live
You ain't Mafia, you don't the deal
Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat
But it where you from 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 I have lived before
to do my same life
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 could get clink claks and thousand
Lizard boots, a or two
How you move to the blue, how you us crew
Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you
Me and my down niggas rule
the other nigga, we pay dues too

J]
This out to all my niggas
Flippin and countin figures
Put your boy up in the
Knowin I wanna be down ya
Memphis niggas, Chi-Town
Clicked up like killas
focused, always bogus
Blunts and is all we totin
Constantly rollin, rollin
Tight on white but I'm smokin
corner playas postin
Eyes are red from dope we
All your 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 ridin
in my stridin
Never slippin, slidin, canivin
Bogus nigga hopeful
Got that
Send the word,
Not because the mac potent dope
And this overdose,
We gon and drain your 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
the Conflict the Memphis streets is
Now you know you can't break (..?..)
I'ma let this mob off
stop until I knock it off
The left it up till it wet and erupt
Erupt like muggin my type
Come get up in the of an inner city riddle
Wanna fill a figure up, and not a little
Feel my force, of you're hoarse
From the rusty point of Scarecrow's
Stabbin up the ?vouches?
Lord Infamous absorbin
I'm like project roaches
'cause we be the 2 bogus 2 bogus

Smile for the bullhorn the to run
Gun got me so hit em son
We the number one gun
Hold em up or em up son no love for none
Run up and get done
Hit em up jump bucked
it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk
It's on fool pull the move
And lose ya like Lucifer
In the make a fool of ya
Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya
Huh? ya nuts son?
I got Chicago Chicago
98 shit up on John Doe
In the roll no flow at all
Close to coast close to
em all, put em in shock
'cause ya can't or walk
If ya who the boss, pack it up
Ya lost, say

(till fade)