Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Boys 226

Nigga you peepin' 'cause I'm for niggas creepin'
I'm on my ready to be releasin' and rearrange
Ya fuckin' brain, carry and that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, ya fuckin' head bust

I freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where I ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya erasin'
Leave ya thoughts wastin', I run a hundred paper chasin'

I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the play
I had to spank a nigga believin' what a say
Like K.C., I don't play, spin a bin everyday
A hundred drum on the K

Leave ya set a disaster, Ya got birds? I smash ya
Refuse, I leave that ass, know I'm nasty
No clues, I can't be caught, I be found, it's all on you
I stop ya from beatin', down to the dirty-do

I leave a nigga hangin' from his chest 'cause the best
he dressed couldn't fuck with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Black 226 start static, comin' out a nigga attic
holes in ya carriage, I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch
And I catch, I automatic wet ya bitch

that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandanna, strapped wit the chrome and black
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the bitch
Bullets ya, nigga I tried to erase ya

the casket, dump the Glock in the basket
I stroll slow, a tisket, a
I brings enough of [unverified] heat then I my boys
To destroy, chop ya like a clown

Uptown, is my destination
And murderin' motherfuckers is my
rather face the nation than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out wild TC

Goodbye, better yet I'll see ya
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like
Okey doke yo bitch ass, then I the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the mask

226 tattooed on my my heart
This here mark means that I was down the start
them cop killers and body peelers
I got ya, you bitch, now it's for me to drop ya

shots stop, complete, 50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin' trouble evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin'
Me and the Hot boys ride, and gettin' high
Beef and die when me and the Hot boys ride

Girlfriend the seat, driver side of the Hummer
Here comes the drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you
On your way to the crossroads, no for yourself

Wettin' your set and where I think ya be at
your old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, pure D-donkey, gettin' funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an

Clips that's all leave you bended, rear ended
SK's be sendin', slugs be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five
Screamin', start the war 'cause we 'bout survival

I loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
Bloody, bloody bodies lie upon the raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin
You full of fright 'cause you you might die tonight

I tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more shootin' this
'Bout gettin' foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to it
The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a
I got his body stank the Carrollton shoppin' center

Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G's, the weed, gimme
The mack-10, let me see what's happenin', to me niggas lackin'
Some me felonies was committed, some was acquitted
My destiny is to not in jeopardy, to the death of me

I provide knowledge that like a virus
This a street orientation, you can't this in college
You be fuckin' wit the keys if you ain't rollin shit up
I wish you niggas wit me, I be sewin' shit up

Look, hide out in the cut, out shot, Corey and Buck
In an expedition truck and brain fucked up from that
Nigga, who I ain't trippin', you trippin'
When I slap that clip in, you like stool pigeons

That's my bitches, my riches, that's my niggas
my yayo, that's my scale, that's my sale, that's my clientele
This my block, my rocks, this my shop, this my Glock
my connection with the mob, that's my partna black Saab

This my people, that's my people, that's hot rimmed
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal, that's my credit card Segal's
my cigar, this my weed, this my Newport, this my reefer
That's my old Mater, that's my uncle drinkin' that bottle

Okay, I'm from that 3 and I don't a fuck
Nigga, I say murda, murda, the fuck is up?
Nigga better duck when I come around bend
I'm 'bout drama with the dirty 30, nose dirty

And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin', I feel ya full of lead
Put you to bed and now another that done came up,
I plot and make sure that I don't the hit, you up in [unverified]
I got ya, I hurt ya, now I'm up in ya area, finish ya

I come with a of flowers, within the bouquet of flowers
Is a 9 nickel plated to and motherfuck anybody
Tryin' to get yo back, they better be 'bout comin'
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