Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I step up on you two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga to get bigger
>from to keys I be runnin' in and out,
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city it's all death
In the hood where can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs I thought you knew

Second verse [lil'

I wanna take a to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and nothin' but g's
The mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha
Can you picture just how to stunt a lick,
I done to hammon and came back with some shit,
it yayo, and the other 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 ounce? gimme your number and hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
Commander of them out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, fuck choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work be done,
Now we done 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 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I get it,
Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm have to split it,
My ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is 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 a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in shit four years,
niggas down like reindeers,
Oh I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So open a nigga up like the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, I hit the with a.k's,
I spray, get out the block or get grazed,
You got the yay? I gots to it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm 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,
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,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth [tec-9]:

I move boyd to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out the bigger niggas
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's next to catch reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to up,
don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, I'm lovin' this game,
That brings me money and power, I'm leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's to get'cha,
I catch'cha in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
up, that three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout capers,
I take a ride straight & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be with the rico suave,
Now why they, playa hate on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll you up,
You shoot at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary you up,
You dead and gone, no more I'm the problem solver

Fifth verse [ms.

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

verse [yella]:

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, constantly body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and invests in coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money I go and choke,
I'm on a up, still comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
Dont' panic when time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot got dropped,
I chop'em 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 them clockers 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 body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and ya if the price is right,
So won't you on down?
And meet this clown with a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more than jim mora lost period.