Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****)

Benzino, unhh!
'em up
Up in the 6-1-7
Ray
Yo, tactics

[K.T.]
Yo, why y'all wanna test me, I'm out your division
I got more bars and hooks Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you gangsta, killa
Shorty sure only boy you befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick
Think something sweet me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on like poison ivy
Cats claim they got guns, they scared to
I thump on a nigga like I kick 'em between the trunk
When Boston's in the house niggaz for the exit
I put the toast in they like it's breakfast

These hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks
Havin parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's up, I leave the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm you a favor
Look at you a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin through ya paper
those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the to blow
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the
I got at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate nosy hoes I'ma go-star

Niggaz ask me, why ya go so hard?
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the
My nine stars spread bullets like grey
I'm tryin to ice on my and on my arm
With the high beam shit so frigid it won't
Or put that nigga up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a full of acid
Now, if I don't a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking he ain't gotta have asthma
I hold down blocks Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz "break!" runnin different ways
Like bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

Benzino]
My Boston wanna ride
niggaz gonna ride
Roxbury niggaz ride
Do you wanna
Tell me, do you wanna
South End gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
Hyde Park wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
JP gonna ride
Do you wanna (Un-hunh)
Tell me, do you ride? (What!)

The spot is here, take a shot wit me
I prefer the grey guch short a
My chicks pull out door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come through sweat us
Some of ya is watchin and they probably get jealous
We rock the all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin Michael's glove
I ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and
Grind up on a chick that you you wanna fuck

I've been known the nigga, my pockets a size bigga
Inch taller, nigga, fuck with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in
We on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
Strong power, dungeons with promptness
Fuckin wit doe and ya cock to ya casket
Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya
All crunked up and up, my attitudes mean
Ya know Minks wantin it, Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I on faggots comin wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop
Sock drop dudes same spots they standin

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, waist
With that raspy crowd reck shop
Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady
Gettin hot burns, still a few on your
I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and
Eyes blood shot red I pop on the scene
I got a few with me and they grills is mean
Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the (Hello!)
be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
On 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
A take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, ain't fuckin wit it

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