Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

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

Second verse ya]:

I wanna a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count but g's
The first that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga need?
Can you just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came back with shit,
Call it yayo, and the other just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, in a matter of minutes,
You an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work be done,
Now we handled that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody to jack

Third [b.g.]:

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

Fourth verse

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

verse [ms. tee]

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

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted 'nee
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you gots to the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, at'cha body,
I'm here to you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes and invests in some coke,
I flip the just twice, hit the money then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
down with that frontin'
Or the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll ya, bust your rump,
I'm twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when it's for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the to you fools,
I a shot, then I plot nigga got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' 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 don't a fuck,
have a conscience,
Dump your body between and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of
Yeah, I'll come and stomp ya if the is right,
So won't you on down?
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood jim mora lost period.