Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I step up on you with two millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved case,
No damned description nigga 'cause you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and fillas,
And in our midst is thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
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 heart in the city it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

verse [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and come with the yay
Front all my niggas left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count but g's
The first mill I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha
Can you picture predict how to stunt a lick,
I drove to hammon and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit call it brown,
fools lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme your number and 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 they can this,
Commander of them out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You stop us, fuck 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, find somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

in trouble 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
a habit to grab 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 ring a bell, I'm as real as they come,
I'm and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from,
I'm of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, 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' with me, say prayers,
I been in shit four years,
Huntin' niggas like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' 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 block or get grazed,
You got the I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy or death is gettin' closer,
Baby 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., two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I move much to increase the leave,
You bitches fuck with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
Scored 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 out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to up,
don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, I'm lovin' this game,
That brings me and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's 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 we bout some capers,
I take a ride philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' 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,
you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You and gone, no more problems 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 stay in health,
So nigga keep your business to your self,
Fuck a bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope,
So keep that from round my child,
If happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your kilo's and hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
why I got your ass in insurance bitch

Sixth [yella]:

I up in my newly,
Painted blue
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 you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his which is twenty g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack twice, hit the money 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, lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your cabbage,
Like j.y.d., thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
Dont' panic when it's for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, I plot nigga got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, sure your ass never rests,
Watch them 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 between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, come and stomp ya if the price is right,
So you come on down?
And meet this clown with over a rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more than jim mora lost period.