Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I step up on you two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for 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 with, killas who that 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 it's all
In the hood niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I you knew

verse [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a trip to and parle' in the bay,
Play with the in havana and come back with the yay
all my niggas nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count but g's
The first 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 back with some shit,
it yayo, and the other shit 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 ounce? gimme your number and hit me
I got them raw, bigger than you ever saw,
I got flip a dime for them 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, one then our work will be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get some out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to it, when I see it I gotta get it,
Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to it,
My name ring a bell, I'm as real as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you some? I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta four years,
Huntin' niggas down 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 I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm 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 nigga or death is closer,
gangsta comin' 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 much boyd to the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept for myself,
out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger
on corners, pullin' 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, I'm lovin' this game,
That brings me money and power, I'm leavin' the game,
a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's wet'cha
Hold up, that 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 playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks 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 shoot you up,
you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem

Fifth [ms. tee]

I don't want no dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I niggas and niggas and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we stay in health,
So nigga keep your business to 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 round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga keep it real,
why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is kilo's 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 ass in insurance bitch

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted blue
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga 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 takes and invests 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 with frontin'
Or the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat fully
Dont' panic it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas bringin' 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' your 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 between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet this with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose blood than jim mora lost period.