Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

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

Second verse [lil'

I wanna a trip to cuba 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 back like a fat cat and count but g's
The mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, what'cha need?
Can you picture 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, bird in a of minutes,
You want an gimme your number and then hit me
I got raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can this,
of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one our work will be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's somebody else to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I split yo 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 gone have to 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 want some? I spit arrows cupid,
But mine comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them people found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say prayers,
I been in gangsta shit years,
niggas down like reindeers,
Oh I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up like the 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 like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
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, be stingy nigga or death is gettin' closer,
Baby gangsta for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, & clara, is where you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., two stolen pathfinders,

verse [tec-9]:

I move much to increase the leave,
You bitches can't 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 on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out the bigger niggas
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my 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,
That brings me and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes a season,
I'm slowly, but slowin' up for southern reasons,
The is comin', it's comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my 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' the rico suave,
Now why they, playa hate on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we by,
and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary you up,
You dead and gone, no more I'm the problem solver

verse [ms. tee]

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,
a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm not high off dope,
So keep that shit round my child,
If somethin' to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga have us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your 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 'nee
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you to watch the drive-by,
My finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still 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, makin' hoe ass vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust fuckin' cabbage,
j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when it's for you to hit the canvas,
The back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot got dropped,
I chop'em dead and em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' nerves, makin' sure your ass never rests,
them clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
cryin', I don't give a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
Dump body between homer and hammon,
Just to the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, come and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet this clown with a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose blood than jim mora lost period.