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 niggaz test me, I'm out your division
I got bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you gangsta, killa
Shorty sure only boy you befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the worm
Think something sweet me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like ivy
claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em the trunk
When in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth it's breakfast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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