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 y'all niggaz wanna me, I'm out your division
I got bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you ain't gangsta,
Shorty sure boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the worm
something sweet with me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like ivy
Cats claim they got guns, scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em the trunk
When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the
I put the toast in they mouth like breakfast

These niggaz 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 speed up, I the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm you a favor
Look at you ain't a so, you'll hate on me later
I ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and kang-goes
Professionals me I'm the next to blow
Yeah pop, I know, I'm just perfectin 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 to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z 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 that nigga up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and 'em in a bucket full of acid
Now, if I don't leave a and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the
Got niggaz yellin "break!" different ways
Like bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

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

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

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

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy
With that crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, move steady pace
hot burns, still a few on your waist
I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and
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, that tinted
On some 20's, 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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