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

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm in bucks
straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later,
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm you a favor
Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya
Reck those, respect the and catch kang-goes
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 though I hate nosy hoes I'ma go-star

Niggaz ask me, why ya go so hard?
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Coup Drop
to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine spread bullets like grey 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 Jake up out of
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a full of acid
Now, if I don't a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking he ain't gotta have asthma
I hold down like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz "break!" runnin different ways
Like them was comin out a 'hugem

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

The blazin spot is here, a shot wit me
I prefer the grey guch short a
My chicks out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't through don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is and they probably get jealous
We the club all out, rock the bra
through 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 heard me
ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
Grind up on a chick you know you wanna fuck

I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a 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 on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes
Ya know Minks wantin it, Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I on faggots comin wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop
Sock drop dudes same spots that standin

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

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