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

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

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

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in
Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches C-cups
with manicured hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a
Look at you a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and catch
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, why ya go so hard?
I'm tryin to get off in the Benz Coup Drop
to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets like 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 Jake up out of
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of
Now, if I don't leave a and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have
I down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz "break!" runnin different ways
Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a

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

The blazin spot is here, take a wit me
I prefer the grey guch 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 come through sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get
We the club all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin like 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 that you know you wanna fuck

I've been known the nigga, my pockets a size bigga
taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in
We spendin on them drinkies, my a bit louder
Strong power, murder with promptness
Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya
Ya left on the scene, pockets off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes
Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots 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 raspy crowd reck shop
Niggaz test the blaze, bullets steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on your
I got a fetish for cream with ash and green
Eyes shot red when 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!)
Timbaland's be fitted, that tinted
On some 20's, like whoa, with the all in it
A nigga it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't wit it

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