Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I step up on you with two millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my
Or you gone be the, unsolved murder case,
No damned description 'cause only you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is thug 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 in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I you knew

Second verse ya]:

I take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and back with the yay
Front all my niggas left but qb's,
Sit back a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill 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 came with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other just call it brown,
fools lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme your number and hit me
I got them raw, bricks than you ever saw,
I even got a dime for them rock 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 handled that, let's get herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
a habit 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 a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come,
I'm and I act a donkey, uptown is where 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 macnester that them people ain't yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit years,
Huntin' niggas down reindeers,
Oh I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a 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 back with the 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be nigga or death 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' raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

verse [tec-9]:

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm behind 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 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, I'm lovin' this game,
That me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only bout paper,
If you got it better it 'cause we bout some capers,
I take a ride straight & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna hate on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
hits and rims,
The effects of the leaks side by side as we roll by,
and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll you up,
Boot you up, let the suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem

Fifth [ms. tee]

I don't no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I want 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 regals and I'm not high off dope,
So keep that shit from my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck
And I'm go crazy,
Because this gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So keep 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 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,
Painted blue
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, at'cha body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head is twenty 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, comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, 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 twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot got dropped,
I chop'em dead and em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure ass never rests,
Watch clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
cryin', I don't give a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
your body between homer 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 come on
And meet this clown with over a rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim lost period.