Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

Now if I up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my
Or you be the, next unsolved murder case,
No description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, who that reside and blunt 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 where it's all death
In the hood where niggas trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

Second verse [lil'

I wanna take a trip to 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 like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy of acres,
Plant all my weed, what'cha need?
Can you picture predict how to stunt a lick,
I done to hammon and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit just it brown,
Some lay it down, then 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 them raw, bricks bigger you ever saw,
I got flip a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
of them 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 handled that, let's get some herb 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,
Stompin' like a savage I yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, I see it I gotta 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 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 with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta four years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my 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 hard and you get plucked
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm 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 nigga or is gettin' closer,
Baby comin' for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is you can find us,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth [tec-9]:

I much boyd 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 five birds fronted two, kept 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 nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm this game,
That brings me and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout capers,
I take a ride 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 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 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 want no dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I want and niggas and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we stay in health,
So nigga keep your to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that 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, have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga gone have us up daisies,
So nigga keep it real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas gettin' killed,
All you care about is kilo's and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't on shit,
why I got your ass in insurance bitch

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted 'nee
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 make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is g's,
See, I have 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 as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with frontin'
Or the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over scalp, then I come 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 back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot 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 them clockers I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
have a conscience,
Dump body 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 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.