Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I step up on you with two millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they split,
I roll with, killas who that and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get
quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and in the city where it's all death
In the where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs I thought you knew

Second verse [lil'

I wanna a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in and come back with the yay
all my niggas nothin' left but qb's,
Sit like 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 just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to and came back 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 toss a, in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme number and then 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 stop us, them choppers,
We got grenades, one then our work will be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get herb out the mac,
And parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
a habit 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 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 of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in shit four years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' on a cannon,
So i'ma a nigga up like the grand canyon,
amazed, I hit the block with 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 and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
Through the front on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I ya, don't be stingy nigga 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 verse

I move much to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm behind 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, 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,
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 me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes a season,
I'm slowly, but slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
up, that three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout capers,
I take a ride straight & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be with the rico 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,
and a/c now maybe I'll scoop 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 niggas and niggas and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So nigga keep your business to fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that shit,
I'm not droppin' off of 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 gone have us up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care is your kilo's and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on kilos,
Ain't a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got 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 why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger 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 just twice, hit the then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, your rump,
I'm twerkin' with 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, I plot nigga got dropped,
I chop'em and make em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure ass never rests,
Watch clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
cryin', I don't give 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, 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 horror son, ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.