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 from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No damned description nigga only you saw my face
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline bitch,
Optimals and pita 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 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
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city it's all death
In the where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

Second verse [lil'

I wanna a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas nothin' but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count 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 hammon and came back some shit,
it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a of minutes,
You want an gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can this,
Commander of them out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't us, fuck 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 fuck parle'n, let's somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' like a I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to it, when I see it I gotta get it,
Don't me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it,
My name a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come,
I'm and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you beefin' me, say your prayers,
I been in shit four years,
Huntin' niggas 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 I gots 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 the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is gettin' closer,
Baby comin' for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, & clara, is where you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches fuck with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept 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 next to catch this reckless nigga 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 me money 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 is comin', it's 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 we bout some capers,
I take a ride straight & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now I'll scoop you up,
You back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary you up,
You dead and gone, no problems I'm the problem solver

Fifth [ms. tee]

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

verse [yella]:

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 to watch the drive-by,
My trigga moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and in some coke,
I flip the 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 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 scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when 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 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,
Dump your body 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 on down?
And this clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood jim mora lost period.