Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I step up on you with two millimeters,
Nigga you to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you be the, next unsolved murder case,
No damned description 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and fillas,
And in our is this thug ass nigga 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 where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I you knew

Second [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and come with the yay
Front all my nothin' 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,
Plant all my weed, nigga need?
Can you just predict how to stunt a lick,
I drove to hammon and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you saw,
I got flip a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
Commander of soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't us, fuck them 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 somebody else to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in 'cause the b.g. behind 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 gone have to it,
My ring 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 want I spit arrows like cupid,
But ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a wet,
I two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say prayers,
I been in gangsta four years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' on a cannon,
So i'ma a nigga up like the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, I hit the with a.k's,
I spray, get out the or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay? I to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
Through the door on clarence go through the back 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 where you can us,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I move boyd to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' 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 the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's next to catch reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm this game,
brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes 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
Hold up, that three is bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout capers,
I take a straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be with the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna hate on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue side by side as we roll by,
and a/c now maybe I'll scoop 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 problems I'm the problem

Fifth verse [ms.

I don't want no drug 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 nigga keep your business to your self,
a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of and I'm sure not high off dope,
So keep that shit round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go wild
And I'm go crazy,
this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you always gettin' killed,
All you about is your kilo's and your hoes,
And a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in insurance

Sixth [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 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 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, still as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with that
Or the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat fully
Dont' when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I nigga got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
your nerves, makin' 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',
cryin', I don't give a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
Dump your body between 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 on down?
And meet this clown with over a rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim lost period.