Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and 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 snitch and time,
Got caught in my slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
Only enhances the of cowards gettin' they 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,
Every house, in the cut, goin' for the green
by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got doggs I thought you knew

verse [lil' 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 what'cha
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,
fools lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bigger than you ever saw,
I even got a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can this,
Commander of them 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 handled that, get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, I see it I gotta get it,
Don't deny me nigga or wig I'm gone have 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 want I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them people found yet,
If you beefin' me, say your prayers,
I in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas 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 block a.k's,
I spray, get out the or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm in,
Through the front on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I ya, don't 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, philip & clara, is you can find us,
Eatin' raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I move much boyd to the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's next to catch this nigga out of order?
for my next way to come up,
Nigga run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' game,
brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my changes 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
Hold up, that is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we 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 playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll you up,
you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem

verse [ms. tee]

I don't no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I want niggas and niggas and to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So keep your 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 keep that shit from my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga have us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas 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 don't be sellin' nigga, and hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in bitch

Sixth verse

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 quickly, constantly at'cha 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 have and invests in some coke,
I flip the 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 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 your fuckin' cabbage,
j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' with the fat fully automatic
panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the to you fools,
I call a shot, I plot nigga got dropped,
I chop'em dead and make em dead folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure ass never rests,
them clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
Family's cryin', I give a fuck,
have 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 ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet this clown with a hundred rounds,
horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.