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 the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
Only enhances the 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,
Every 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 where niggas can't they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

Second [lil' ya]:

I take 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 nothin' but g's
The first that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
Can you picture just how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came with some 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, in a matter of minutes,
You an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger 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 stop us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our will be done,
Now we done handled that, get some herb out the mac,
And parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it,
Don't deny me or your wig I'm gone have to split 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 want I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, I get stupid
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on that them people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down reindeers,
Oh lord I got my hands on a cannon,
So open 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 I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role 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 with the 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy or death is gettin' closer,
gangsta comin' for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is you can find us,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth [tec-9]:

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck 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, out with the bigger niggas
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now next to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
for my next 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 surely up for southern reasons,
The is comin', it's comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna
Hold up, that is only bout that paper,
If you got it better it 'cause 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 hate on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll you up,
You back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more I'm the problem solver

Fifth verse [ms.

I don't no drug dealers 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 fuckin' self,
Fuck a bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm not high off dope,
So keep that from round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga gone have us up daisies,
So nigga 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 bomb I'm gonna drop on kilos,
that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in bitch

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
blue 'nee
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you gots to the drive-by,
My finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
cheese on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and invests in coke,
I flip the sack 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 with 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 over your scalp, then I come to bust fuckin' cabbage,
j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when 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 make em dead folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure ass never rests,
Watch them 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 were a game of
Yeah, I'll come and ya if the price is right,
So you come on down?
And this clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora period.