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 from my
Or you be the, next unsolved murder case,
No damned description 'cause only you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get
>from quarters to keys I be in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, for the green
by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust own crew,
But I got worldwide I thought you knew

verse [lil' ya]:

I take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and nothin' but g's
The first mill I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga need?
Can you picture just how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came back with shit,
it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown,
Some lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you saw,
I even got flip a 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 stop us, fuck choppers,
We got grenades, one then our work will be done,
Now we done that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to

Third [b.g.]:

in trouble '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 have to split it,
My name ring a bell, I'm as real as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them people found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say prayers,
I been in shit four years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my 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 or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay? I gots to it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get nigga
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' 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 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 where you can us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., two stolen pathfinders,

verse [tec-9]:

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept for myself,
Lookin' out for my 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 reckless 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, I'm lovin' this game,
That brings me and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude like a season,
I'm slowly, but slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood gonna wet'cha
up, that three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it we bout some capers,
I take a ride 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 leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe 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 solver

verse [ms. tee]

I don't want no drug dealers out there gettin' and killed,
I want niggas and and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So nigga your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of and I'm sure not high off dope,
So keep shit from round my child,
If happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga it fuckin' real,
why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't on shit,
That's why I got your ass in bitch

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted '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,
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 flip the sack 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 with that 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 your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
Dont' when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, sure your ass never rests,
Watch them bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
your body 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 won't you on down?
And meet this clown with a hundred rounds,
It's son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.