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 brain, carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin' bust

Wassup? I freeze beef a deep freezer
Ya noise, where ya stand nigga is where I leave ya
in me and my click, hit ya block erasin'
Leave ya thoughts wastin', I run a miles paper chasin'

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

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

I leave a nigga flesh hangin' from his chest the best
That he dressed fuck with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Connection 226 start static, comin' out a nigga attic
holes in ya carriage, I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch
And when I catch, I wet ya bitch

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

Pick the casket, dump the in the basket
I slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of [unverified] heat then I bring my
To destroy, chop ya down a clown

Uptown, that is my
And motherfuckers is my occupation
You'd rather face the than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out that TC

Goodbye, yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
Okey doke yo bitch ass, I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade is the black mask

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

Head shots stop, complete, 50 shots when our scream
Havin' this evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin'
Me and the Hot boys ride, Chief and gettin'
and niggas die when me and the Hot boys ride

Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the
Here the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no for yourself

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

Clips that's all extended you bended, rear ended
SK's be sendin', slugs can't be
There goes the arrival, spits five more
Screamin', let's start the war 'cause we 'bout

I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically,
Bloody, bloody lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn I got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, I'm from 3 and I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I say murda, murda, what the is up?
Nigga better when I come around that 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 miss the hit, you up in
I got ya, I ya, now I'm up in ya rest area, finish ya

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