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 bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you ain't gangsta,
Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is 44
Hoes squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
Think something with me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like ivy
Cats claim they got guns, they to dunk
I thump on a nigga back I kick 'em between the trunk
Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they like it's breakfast

These niggaz my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks
Havin straight parties with but bitches with C-cups
Models with hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm you a favor
Look at you ain't a playa so, hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and catch
tell me I'm the next to blow
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm 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 all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets 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 nigga up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket of acid
Now, if I don't a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
I down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz yellin "break!" different ways
Like bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

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

The blazin spot is here, a shot 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 rock the all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin Michael's glove
I show ya love, only if ya down to get
My niggaz in the back, I don't think heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get and corrupt
Grind up on a chick that you you wanna fuck

I've known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true
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 twist ya cock to ya
Ya left on the scene, pockets off ya jeans
All crunked up and up, my attitudes mean
Ya know Minks wantin it, Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop
Sock drop dudes same spots that standin

[O.T.]
that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
With that crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on waist
I got a for cream mixed with ash and green
Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the
I got a few niggaz with me and grills is mean
Drunk 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 want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz fuckin wit it

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