Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

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

Second verse ya]:

I wanna a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count but g's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy 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 some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit call it brown,
Some lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a of minutes,
You an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bigger than 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 stop us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get some out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
like 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, is where I'm from,
I'm of that monkey, you want 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 with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up 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 the role like 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 back 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 you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I move boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's next to catch reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to 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 money and power, I'm never the game,
Gimme a reason, my changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for reasons,
The heat is comin', it's to get'cha,
I slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
up, that three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it we bout some capers,
I a ride straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' with the suave,
Now why they, wanna hate on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now I'll scoop you up,
You back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary you up,
You and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver

verse [ms. tee]

I don't want no drug dealers out there robbed and killed,
I want niggas and niggas and to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So nigga keep 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 from my child,
If happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga gone have us up daisies,
So nigga it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas gettin' killed,
All you about is your kilo's and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on kilos,
Ain't a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got ass in insurance bitch

verse [yella]:

I up in my newly,
blue '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 here to make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is g's,
See, I takes have and in some coke,
I the sack just twice, hit the money then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still comin' as I'm as I'm gunnin',
Niggas with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked on the block,
I stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
Dont' panic when time for you to hit the canvas,
The back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot 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 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,
'cause a conscience,
Dump body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a of backgammon
Yeah, I'll and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora period.