Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I step up on you two nine millimeters,
Nigga you to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned description 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass tryin' to get bigger
>from to keys I be runnin' in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got worldwide I thought you knew

Second [lil' ya]:

I take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in and come back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and nothin' but g's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha
Can you just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit call it brown,
fools lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks than you ever saw,
I got flip a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can this,
of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You stop us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our will be done,
Now we done handled that, get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, find somebody else to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' like a I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, I see it I gotta get it,
Don't me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it,
My ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get
I get upset, I leave a wet,
I left two bodies on macnester them people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta four years,
niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a up like the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, I hit the with a.k's,
I spray, get out the or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay? I to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy or death is gettin' closer,
gangsta comin' for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is where you can us,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth [tec-9]:

I move boyd to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, three for myself,
out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
for my next way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm this game,
That brings me and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that is only bout that paper,
If you got it better it 'cause we bout some capers,
I take a ride philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' the rico suave,
Now why they, playa hate on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem

verse [ms. tee]

I don't want no drug dealers out there gettin' and killed,
I want niggas and niggas and to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So nigga keep your business to your self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, that dumb shit,
I'm not off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope,
So keep shit from round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga gone us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your kilo's and hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and hittin' on shit,
why I got your ass in insurance bitch

Sixth [yella]:

I up in my newly,
Painted blue
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, at'cha body,
I'm here to you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the just twice, hit the money then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with that
Or that's the look, of the crooked on the block,
I won't stop, lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' the fat fully automatic
Dont' when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, I plot nigga got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, sure your ass never rests,
Watch clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
Family's cryin', I give a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
Dump body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you on down?
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more than jim mora lost period.