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 wolf pack
We'll body em, crack em
and smack em
Run from the gun have you some
em around ready to drown em
Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em
'cause he ready for the wild gankin
execution style
Certified lunatic bucked
Cook County bounty rowdy be audi
Bangers fulla anger, into my chamber
Oh I'm finna hang ya, ranglers
Ride, east coast coast
In the middle, south, 2 bogus
Hypnotized Minds the Conflict bumpin
Your trunk and we dumpin

Black?]
It's a stick up
Giddy your up
Three 6 finna tear the club up
Crucial Conflict, I roll with
Better get a bitch, war and gun up
Gimme that money, shit funny
Fuckin with a motherfuckin 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, proof test me
If you what I'm sayin
Got a couple motherfuckin over here prayin
Got a couple motherfuckin over here layin
Face down in the ground hopin they live
You Mafia, you don't 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 city's hardest
Man you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before
Paid to do my same
Hopin I don't get dropped for nothin I do
Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new
We in the too
We could get clink and thousand suits
boots, a ring or two
How you move to the blue, how you call us
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 countin
Put boy up in the picture
Knowin I be down with ya
niggas, Chi-Town niggas
Clicked up notorious killas
Never focused, bogus
Blunts and is all we totin
Constantly rollin, constantly
Tight on white but weed I'm
Every corner postin
Eyes are red from we chokin
All your hoes they blowin
Pay attention to our
Flict, Nino, and the
We tear the up thugs and bitches

Bone solid! 'cause papa was a rolling
Gotta get em on and on but in the terror zone
Havin visions of my posse ridin
Dippin in my
slippin, just slidin, canivin
Bogus bogus nigga
Got that
Send the word,
Not because the mac spittin dope
And overdose, comatose
We gon rush and drain mind
a Conflict in the ghetto
And we in crucial times

X 4

[Lord
Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and
We the cold terrorists, we have entered this Chicago
Cruical the Conflict the streets is
Now you niggas know you break (..?..)
I'ma let this mob off
Won't stop until I it off
The fill it up till it wet and erupt
like muggin 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 course hoarse
the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle
Stabbin up the ?vouches?
Infamous shock absorbin
I'm squishin project 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
Hold em up or fold em up son no for none
Run up and get done
Hit em up jump bucked
When it dump it come bullet'll ya junk
It's on fool the wrong move
And lose ya like Lucifer
In the make a fool of ya
Ruin ya nigga and get abused ya crushed
Huh? Where ya nuts
I got Chicago Chicago
98 shit figured up on Doe
In the roll no flow at all
Close to coast close to
Bump em all, put em in
'cause ya walk or walk
If ya know who the boss, it up
Ya lost, say

(till fade)