Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I step up on you two nine millimeters,
you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' dome split,
I roll with, killas who that and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get
>from to keys I be runnin' in and out,
Every house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got doggs I thought you knew

verse [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a trip to cuba and 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 mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha
Can you picture just predict how to a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came with 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 ounce? gimme number and then hit me
I got raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
Commander of them out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one our work will be done,
Now we done handled that, get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody to jack

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
like a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I get it,
deny 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 some? I 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 people ain't yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down reindeers,
Oh I got my muthafuckin' hands 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 have it, it up nigga,
You play the like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy 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,
Eatin' that raw a.p., two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth [tec-9]:

I move much to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out the bigger niggas
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's next to catch this reckless nigga out of
for my next way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' 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', it's to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my somebody's 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 with the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna hate on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll you up,
You back 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 problem

Fifth verse [ms.

I want no drug dealers 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 keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, that 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' happen to her, 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 muthafuckas always killed,
All you care about is your and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna on them kilos,
that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in insurance

Sixth verse

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 to make you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is 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 up, still comin' as I'm runnin' 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 are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm comin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the 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 them bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
Family's cryin', I give a fuck,
have a conscience,
Dump your body between and hammon,
Just to confuse the lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and ya if the price is right,
So won't you on down?
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose blood than jim mora lost period.