Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

It's like I got the 4-4
On the in it, two door dropped
And my spot is but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw murder in the lot

My got popped
With a bullet was meant for me
The by T's and B's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, start squeezing these

Them ain't G's, they wanna be thugs
And it shit to slang these motherfucking slugs
The ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over here
I dropped more dead bodies than tears
Brought to life worst fears

Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones
Baby mama's at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him a Black & Mild
When I out on his ass on the solo
I him up on mo mo cooking up co-co

I got to tip on the
Busted in like po po taking lives the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol 'cause when I let that ride

I know the homicide is being carried out in
Niggas bumping gums but don't want none
Because of these hot ones explode on contact
A that's prepared to die in combat

all that a 4-4 keeps me laced
Don't be to say
I can see the fear in your
As I reach my for this warm embrace

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't let it go
Because a straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your embrace
I got plenty love for the
And when I it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm needing warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped
Still I bust I'm loving your warm embrace

I love the element of surprise when I'm these hoes lives
my customized 4-5
Get ammunition to knock off you
Your crew and more guys

You motherfuckers get wise
Make sure your first shot is sweet, to kill the elite
'Cause you ain't no more tries
Hate to make a Nubian mother weep but it

Long as I hear the hoe cry
a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise
No matter the size of the warm embrace of my 45
Make sure the crossed dies

You don't wanna throw thangs
'Cause when I cocked and aim time to think in a split second time
But Mayz ain't new to the
I use the when the shots light up this tunnel of crime

But niggas get for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin
Punk pretend to be friend 'til they get close enough to your ends
To do you in, shit puts me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of this fiend

under that nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit about war
Like he know my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I one of you niggas to say my name
'Cause I put a fucking bullet into closest kin

Just to get under your skin like a syringe
Plus I know you can't win a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say grace
Before I fuck up your face a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, I'ma catch a
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go
a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

But when I it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I from your warm embrace
I got love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I really wanna kill

But still I because I'm needing' your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped
Still I because I'm loving' your warm embrace

With you my passion, squeeze off seventeen, for sure
Hold you ever so tightly, I you Nina and never wanna let you go
Miss Millimeter's making a mockery of motherfuckers be ruckus
I get my clutches upon this hoe

Itching to let the barrel
Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow,
'em up and swallow slow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you blast back

Payback from flashback, bitches know
'til I see the chrome from the intro
You was fucked from the phasing, with the cuts and abrasion
and amazing, nigga, my Nina bucked

Fuck the gazing and enemies get up from the blazing
Fool you be burning them with your ass
Murderous hips, hurting the grips, ride on list
Deposition die for serving six

Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are of a jerk to the kick
'Cause I be my bitch
Trying to pimp her but she a and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she gang bang, blast in the fullest

Niggas better it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why 'em stug?
it comes to her love, it's none above she drawing blood
Static under the bra 'cause time I take a hit at the bud

And you a hug you gon' pop up a slug
Remy on the block, gotta bust the glock
When the Henny hit the chest, busting & Wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my

If I see y'all be to rest, let me hit the sess
Loose revolver to be a problem solver
But the Nina made me a
No strap take the place of the black nine
Leave 'em lines, feeling fury, you was born to taste
From my warm

I got love for the 4-4
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight loving warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm
I got love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really kill

But still I bust because I'm needing your embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' your warm

I got plenty for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
Warm
I got love for the 4-5, 4-5 , 4-5
(4-5, 4-5, 4-5)
Warm
I got plenty love for the nine-mill,
(Nine-mill)