Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Boys 226

Nigga you peepin' 'cause I'm for niggas creepin'
I'm on my game ready to be and rearrange
Ya fuckin' brain, carry and 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 hundred paper chasin'

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

Leave ya set a disaster, Ya got birds? I smash ya
Refuse, I leave that ass, that I'm nasty
No clues, I can't be caught, I can't be found, all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin', 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
Leavin' holes in ya carriage, I ride all night 'til I a bitch
And I catch, I automatic wet ya bitch

It's that nigga off the block, me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandanna, strapped wit the and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the fader
graze ya, nigga I tried to erase ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look, hide out in the cut, peep out shot, Corey and
In an expedition truck and fucked up from that dust
Nigga, who I ain't trippin', you trippin'
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, my partna black Saab

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

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

And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin', I feel ya body full of
Put you to bed and now another done came up, fuck
I plot and sure that I don't miss 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 bouquet of flowers, within the bouquet of
Is a 9 nickel to devour and motherfuck anybody
Tryin' to get yo back, better be 'bout some comin'
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