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 heat from my
Or you gone be the, unsolved murder case,
No description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
Only enhances the of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get
>from quarters to I be runnin' in and out,
Every house, in the cut, goin' for the green
by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got worldwide I thought you knew

Second [lil' ya]:

I take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and come with the yay
Front all my niggas nothin' but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and nothin' but g's
The first mill I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, what'cha need?
Can you just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the shit just call it brown,
Some lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme your and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger you ever saw,
I got flip 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, let's get some 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,
like a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to it, when 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 as they 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 that dope, nigga I get
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I left two on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I in gangsta shit four years,
niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' 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 block or get grazed,
You got the I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role 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 through the back the mack 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, & clara, is where you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., with two pathfinders,

verse [tec-9]:

I move much to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's next to catch this reckless 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, 'cause I'm 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 slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's 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 playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll 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 and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck dumb shit,
I'm not off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope,
So that shit from round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck
And I'm go crazy,
this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas gettin' killed,
All you care about is your and your hoes,
And a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in bitch

verse [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 moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes and invests 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',
down with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when it's for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back the blues to you fools,
I a shot, then I plot nigga got dropped,
I dead and make em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' nerves, makin' sure your 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,
your body between homer and hammon,
Just to the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and stomp ya if the is right,
So won't you come on
And meet this clown with a hundred rounds,
horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.