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 the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No damned description 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
Only the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and fillas,
And in our midst is this ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to keys I be in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city it's all death
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I you knew

Second verse ya]:

I wanna take a trip to cuba and in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and back with the yay
Front all my niggas 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 just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit just it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
Call me sousa, I a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? your number and then hit me
I got raw, bricks 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 stop 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, find somebody else to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I get it,
Don't me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it,
My ring a bell, 'cause 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 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' me, say your 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 to have it, give it up nigga,
You the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
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 stingy nigga or is gettin' 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,
Eatin' that raw a.p., with two pathfinders,

verse [tec-9]:

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 fronted two, kept three for myself,
out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out the bigger niggas
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's next to this reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm this game,
That brings me money and power, I'm never the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude 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 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 straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' with the suave,
Now why they, wanna playa on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
hits 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 shoot 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 want no drug dealers out gettin' robbed and killed,
I want niggas and niggas and to be real,
I got a shop, and we stay in health,
So nigga keep your business to your self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, 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, i'ma have to go buck
And I'm go crazy,
this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm drop on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and hittin' on shit,
why I got your ass in insurance bitch

Sixth [yella]:

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 to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, at'cha body,
I'm here to make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with that
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 to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the to you fools,
I a shot, then I plot nigga got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
your nerves, makin' sure your ass never rests,
Watch them clockers bitch I'm due at any time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
Dump your body homer and hammon,
Just to the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, come and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet this with over a hundred rounds,
It's son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.