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

Benzino, unhh!
'em up
Up here in the
Ray
Yo, killa

[K.T.]
Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your
I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in
Listen, you ain't gangsta,
Shorty only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread a sick germ
niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
Think sweet with me, try me
And watch how I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
Cats claim 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 toast in they mouth like it's

These hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks
Havin straight parties nothin but bitches with C-cups
with 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 so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin through ya paper
Reck those, respect the and catch kang-goes
Professionals me I'm the next 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, Smoke why ya go so
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup
to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread like grey poupon
I'm to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high shit so frigid it won't visit
Or put that Jake up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast 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 he ain't gotta have asthma
I hold down like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz "break!" runnin different ways
Like them was comin out a 'hugem

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

The blazin spot is here, a shot wit me
I prefer the guch short a Hennesey
My chicks out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you don't even ride you got own car
My fellas, who ain't come through don't us
Some of ya girls is watchin and probably get jealous
We rock the all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin like glove
I show ya love, only if ya to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't think 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 bigga
Inch taller, nigga, don't with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in
We spendin on them drinkies, my a bit louder
power, murder dungeons with promptness
Fuckin wit doe and ya cock to ya casket
Ya left on the scene, ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes
Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots wit
My hands, chop grands, pop cannons
Sock dudes same spots that they standin

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

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