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 the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got caught in my slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass tryin' to get bigger
quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

Second [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a trip to and parle' in the bay,
with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
Can you picture just predict how to a lick,
I done drove to hammon and back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the shit just call it brown,
Some lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, in a matter of minutes,
You want an gimme your number and then hit me
I got raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
I even got 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 can't stop us, them choppers,
We got grenades, one then our work will be done,
Now we done that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to

verse [b.g.]:

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

Fourth [tec-9]:

I move much to increase the leave,
You bitches can't with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five fronted two, kept three for myself,
out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's next to catch this nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' game,
brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely 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 hide it 'cause we some capers,
I take a straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' with the suave,
Now why they, wanna playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit 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 and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver

Fifth [ms. tee]

I don't no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I want niggas and and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm not high off dope,
So keep shit from round my child,
If somethin' to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga gone us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas gettin' killed,
All you care about is your and your hoes,
And a bomb 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 [yella]:

I up in my newly,
Painted 'nee
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his which is twenty g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
down with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' the fat fully automatic
Dont' when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back the blues to you fools,
I a shot, then 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, makin' sure ass never rests,
Watch them clockers 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,
to confuse the crime 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 this clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose blood than jim mora lost period.