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

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

[K.T.]
Yo, why niggaz 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
should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick
Think something with me, try me
And watch how I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
I on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
When Boston's in the house head for the exit
I put the in they mouth like it's breakfast

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in
straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models manicured hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's up, I leave the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a
Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes ya paper
Reck those, respect the and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the next to
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just the flow
I got at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate nosy hoes like go-star

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

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

The blazin spot is here, a shot wit me
I the grey guch short a Hennesey
My pull out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you don't ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't through don't sweat us
Some of ya is watchin and they probably get jealous
We rock the all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin like Michael's
I show ya love, 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 you know you wanna fuck

I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size
Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in
We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit
Strong power, murder with promptness
wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
Ya on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and up, my attitudes mean
Ya know wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on comin wit
My hands, chop grands, pop cannons
Sock drop dudes same spots that standin

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

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