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

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm in bucks
Havin parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a
at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
Reck those, the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals me I'm the next to blow
pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
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 off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets like poupon
I'm to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high beam shit so frigid it visit
Or put that nigga up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, blast 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 ain't gotta asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and with the muzzle
Got niggaz yellin "break!" different ways
Like them bitch-niggaz was out a 'hugem

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

The blazin is here, take a shot wit me
I prefer the grey guch 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 through don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and probably get jealous
We rock the club all out, the bra
Comin and throwin like Michael's glove
I show ya love, if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all me
Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and
Grind up on a chick that you know you fuck

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

[O.T.]
that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
With that crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz the blaze, bullets move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on your
I got a for cream mixed with ash and green
Eyes blood shot red I pop on the scene
I got a few niggaz with me and grills is mean
Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz in the Beam (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, that tinted
On some 20's, like whoa, the gleam all in it
A take 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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