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 from my niener
Or you gone be the, unsolved murder case,
No damned description 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', time bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to 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 can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs I thought you knew

Second [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a trip to cuba and in the bay,
Play with the bitches in and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas left 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 just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit call it brown,
Some lay it down, then act a clown,
me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme your number and hit me
I got them raw, bricks than you ever saw,
I even got 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, fuck 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 else to

verse [b.g.]:

Niggas in 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
like a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, I see it I gotta get it,
Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to it,
My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows 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 them people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta four years,
niggas down like reindeers,
Oh I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up like the 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 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 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 move much boyd to the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, 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 fast I 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 like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for reasons,
The heat is comin', it's 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 a ride straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be with the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks by side as we roll by,
and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and shoot you up,
you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem

Fifth [ms. tee]

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

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 gots to the drive-by,
My trigga finger quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and invests in coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money I go and choke,
I'm on a up, still comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
Dont' panic it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I nigga got dropped,
I dead 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 the fetty, so somebody's 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, I'll come and ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more than jim mora lost period.