Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause you saw my face
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got caught in my slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and fried and shit,
enhances the chances of cowards 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,
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the where it's all death
In the hood niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I you knew

verse [lil' ya]:

I take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, what'cha need?
Can you picture just how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and 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, in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bigger than you ever saw,
I even got a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
Commander of soljas 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 that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody to jack

Third [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, when I see it I get it,
Don't deny me nigga or wig I'm gone have to split it,
My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as as they come,
I'm and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows cupid,
But mine ain't out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a wet,
I two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit 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 with 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 play the role like you so hard and you get nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm 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 nigga or 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' raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

verse [tec-9]:

I much boyd to increase 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, three for myself,
Lookin' out for my on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the 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 throw my gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm this game,
brings me money 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', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood gonna wet'cha
Hold up, three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout capers,
I a ride straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be with the rico suave,
Now why they, playa hate on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The of the blue leaks side 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 I'll you up,
Boot you up, let the suit you up,
You dead and gone, no problems I'm the problem solver

Fifth [ms. tee]

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 keep your business to your fuckin' 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 somethin' to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So keep it fuckin' real,
That's why of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on kilos,
Ain't that a and don't 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 why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and invests in coke,
I flip the sack 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 down that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
Dont' when 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 dead and em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, sure your ass never rests,
Watch clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
your body 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 blood than jim mora period.