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

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

[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 ain't gangsta,
Shorty sure only boy you touched is Vicks 44
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick
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 poison ivy
Cats they got guns, they scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga like I kick 'em between the trunk
When in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth like breakfast

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm in bucks
Havin parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, livin my up
Yo, speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
I gotta 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, puttin through ya paper
those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the 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, Smoke why ya go so
I'm to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the
My stars spread bullets like grey poupon
I'm to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high beam shit so 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 he ain't gotta have asthma
I down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin ways
Like bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

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

The blazin spot is here, take a wit me
I prefer the guch short a Hennesey
My pull out your door, go and buy the bar
you don't even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come through sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and they get jealous
We rock the club all out, the bra
Comin through and like Michael's glove
I show ya love, if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and
Grind up on a chick you know you wanna fuck

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

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, frame, heavy waist
With that crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz the blaze, bullets move steady pace
hot burns, still a few on your waist
I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and
Eyes blood shot red I pop on the scene
I got a few with me and they grills is mean
pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, that tinted
On 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
A nigga it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz fuckin wit it

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