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 feel the heat my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No damned description nigga 'cause you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of gettin' they dome 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 heart in the where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I 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 niggas nothin' but qb's,
Sit back a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy of acres,
all my weed, nigga 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 shit just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
Commander of soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, fuck choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get some out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, find somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' a savage I split 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 ring a bell, 'cause I'm as as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows cupid,
But ain't 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 ain't found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say prayers,
I in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up 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 gots to have it, it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be 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,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I move much to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, 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 who's next to catch this nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to up,
don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' game,
That me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only that paper,
If you got it hide it 'cause we bout some capers,
I take a ride straight & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be with the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna playa on me?
'cause I'm 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 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 dealers out there robbed and killed,
I want niggas and and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we stay in health,
So keep your business to your fuckin' self,
a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not off dope,
So keep that shit from my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga 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,
why I got your ass in insurance 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 trigga moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his which is twenty g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the 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 the look, of the crooked 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,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm comin' with the fat fully automatic
panic when it's 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,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure your ass rests,
Watch clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
have a conscience,
Dump body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it a game of backgammon
Yeah, come and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more than jim mora lost period.