Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No damned nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
Only enhances the chances of gettin' they dome split,
I with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is thug 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 where it's all
In the where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got worldwide I thought you knew

Second verse [lil'

I wanna take a trip to and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha
Can you picture just how to stunt a lick,
I done to hammon and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit call 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, bricks than you ever 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 us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our will be done,
Now we handled that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, find somebody else to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a 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, '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 arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta four years,
niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' on a cannon,
So i'ma open a up like 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 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 door on clarence go through the with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is closer,
Baby gangsta for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth [tec-9]:

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm behind no one,
five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out the bigger niggas
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now next to catch this reckless 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, I'm lovin' this game,
brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for reasons,
The is comin', it's comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we some capers,
I take a ride straight & 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 I'll scoop you up,
You shoot at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the suit 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 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 dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm not high off dope,
So keep shit from round my child,
If somethin' to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas always killed,
All you care about is your kilo's and hoes,
And what a I'm gonna 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 moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and in some coke,
I the sack just 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 down with that
Or the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass vanish,
If the snaps are your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, I plot nigga got dropped,
I chop'em and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, 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 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 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 on down?
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.