Luyện nghe bài hát Connections

Fuck the toughest I'm it's rowdy
Motherfuckers are up and outty the sucker plucker
they found me
Openin' up a can of clash six-packs of ass whips
Pints and fifths of asses, to ashes

been spined, twisted
Blistered and spun up in and
Shit boy ya free bum, it's called I got connections
Poonanny to erections

I saw sets son for my selection stretchin' sections
Etchin' and sketchin' to revive, and then set inspections
For the wet ones to the ones, yes one, step son and get one
Comin' from behind is the line for a nine war

Walk nigga mind yours of crime wars will yours
The hot one will spot one, one and stop one
will conquer as tough as Tonka
Now I got one

I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh
I got connections, I get that ass stuck glue
I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh
I got connections, I get that ass stuck like

State of shock, it's a greater plot made us stop
The thunder from with under make the whole of cradle rock, hah
Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in
Born in Fort July Fourth sworn to bangin' and warrin'
Road Dawgs you assume right draft kick

Practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon
Caution courage I bring when I approach this
Punks stays focused, notice
And of cruddy's corrosive
Top gun and explosive motion Coastin' deep
Throughout notions of all the I'm closin'

Aiyyo, I emcees like this
I 'em in the eye I know he's tense
And I break him like a bitch so I there's no defense
So at night when I creep, want 'em, while he's awake not asleep
By the way all I seek all I keep, so sleep

Nigga what's the
Rap got the power to blow up spots
From here to the Tower
Niggas can us, do you wanna deal us?

It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn
Love love nobody
My department be remember that
Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin'

I'm deep with a vendetta
prospectors, objectors to my lectures
Constructed as
Expressions of shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear
Prepare for a full of nightmares

Get 'em and don't come near me
When appraochin' me come sincerely I fear the
Others don't like that I stack papers, yearly
Merely mentioned men they don't steppin' to Vin

Anywhere I go, I flow
I'm bringin' it back home to my and I got friends
And friends let their friends drive drunk
So I suggest you grab your friends I go and pop my trunk
And best I come correct so yo, what you wanna do?

I got connections, I get that ass stuck like

Aiyyo, what up I here you the man now yo
(Yo whattup my nigga, you know I the man)
(But I got connections for you what you need?)
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo this out
I need you to a little something for me
on the real though

(You know I might not, can't and do that right now)
(But I got to come through)
Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo, I need you to care of it man
(Yo, I put this on everything I love, man, real sneaky, sister hood)
Females sneak up in here and through
(Yeah)

235 degrees and the mics about to be
season on those who treason
I'm droppin' like a pint of cool breeze, then
Intoxication, a million copies in
a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain

Equals no on this naughty demonstration
Eighteen plus a hundred that I run with
On one shit keepin' you outnumbered
Collidin' perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection
'Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood