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 shoot old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya head bust

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

I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever the trigga play
I had to spank a believin' what a bitch say
Like K.C., I don't play, spin a bin everyday
A hundred round 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 can't be caught, I can't be found, all on you
I stop ya heart beatin', down to the dirty-do

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

It's that off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandanna, wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the bitch
Bullets graze ya, nigga I 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 bring my
To destroy, chop ya like a clown

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clips that's all extended you bended, rear ended
be sendin', slugs can't 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 red light beamin bright
You of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight

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

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

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

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

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

This my people, that's my people, that's hot Regal
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal, that's my credit card from
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 that 3 and I don't a fuck
Nigga, I say murda, murda, the fuck is up?
Nigga better duck when I come around that
I'm 'bout that drama with the dirty 30, dirty

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

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