Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Boys 226

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

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

I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, start 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

Leave ya set a straight disaster, Ya got birds? I 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 heart beatin', down to the dirty-do

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

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

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

Uptown, is my destination
And murderin' motherfuckers is my
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 hands I'm like
Okey doke yo bitch ass, I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black

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

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

Girlfriend under the seat, side of the Hummer
Here comes the chopper 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
Attackin' old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, D-donkey, 'bout gettin' funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo an army

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

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

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

Baby, gimme the keys, the G's, gimme the weed, gimme
The mack-10, let me see what's happenin', to me niggas lackin'
Some tellin' me felonies was committed, 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' around wit the keys if you ain't rollin up
I wish you niggas wit me, I would be shit up

Look, out in the cut, peep out shot, Corey and Buck
In an expedition truck and brain fucked up that dust
Nigga, who trippin'? I trippin', you trippin'
When I slap that clip in, you shittin' like pigeons

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

my people, that's my people, that's hot rimmed Regal
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal, that's my credit card Segal's
This my cigar, this my weed, this my Newport, this my
That's my old Alma Mater, my uncle drinkin' that 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 that with the dirty 30, nose dirty

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

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