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 your
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 face on the floor like they doin the kick worm
something sweet with me, try me
And watch how I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga back I kick 'em between the trunk
When in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth like it's

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in
Havin parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the later, traitor
I spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, holes through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the to blow
pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
I got at my window, I get sex to go
though 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 have all my C'z shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets grey poupon
I'm tryin to ice on my and on my arm
With the high beam shit so frigid it won't
Or put nigga Jake up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz nines and toss '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 gotta have asthma
I hold down like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got yellin "break!" runnin different ways
Like them bitch-niggaz was out a 'hugem

Benzino]
My Boston niggaz wanna
niggaz gonna ride
Roxbury wanna ride
Do you wanna
Tell me, do you wanna
End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
Hyde niggaz wanna ride (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 chicks out your door, go and buy the bar
you don't even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who come through don't sweat us
Some of ya is watchin and they probably get jealous
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 y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get and corrupt
Grind up on a chick that you you wanna fuck

I've been known the 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 on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
Strong power, murder dungeons with
Fuckin wit doe and ya cock to ya casket
Ya on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes
Ya Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on comin wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop
drop dudes same spots that they standin

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy
that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz the blaze, bullets 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
pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps tinted
On some 20's, whoa, with the gleam all in it
A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the
Rob Low and 'Zino, ain't fuckin wit it

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