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

Benzino, unhh!
'em up
Up in the 6-1-7
Ray
Yo, tactics

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

These hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks
Havin parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, my feet up
Yo, speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
I spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me
I ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the to blow
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm perfectin the flow
I got at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate hoes like I'ma go-star

Niggaz ask me, why ya go so hard?
I'm to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets like grey
I'm tryin to ice on my and on my arm
With the beam 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 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 have asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the
Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different
Like bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

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

The blazin spot is here, take a wit me
I prefer the grey short a Hennesey
My chicks out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you don't even you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is and they probably get jealous
We the club all out, rock the bra
Comin and throwin like Michael's glove
I show ya love, only if ya 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 chick that you know you fuck

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

[O.T.]
It's that child, small frame, heavy waist
that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady
Gettin hot burns, still a few on waist
I got a fetish for cream with ash and green
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, Jeeps that
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, niggaz fuckin wit it

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