Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

Pictures of a son dying that hot ones flying
Baby mama's crying at the
the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the
I him up on mo mo cooking up co-co

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

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

Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me
be petty to say
I can see the in your face
As I my waist 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 nigga loving your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

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

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

I love the of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives
With my 4-5
Get enough ammunition to off you
crew and some more guys

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

Long as I don't the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so
No matter the size of the warm embrace of my 45
Make sure the crossed dies

You wanna throw them 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 spark when the shots light up this tunnel of

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

Upon under that chin, plus he talking big shit about war
Like he don't my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my
'Cause I put a bullet into your closest kin

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

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

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

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

With you my passion, Nina off seventeen, for sure
Hold you so tightly, I love you Nina and never wanna let you go
Miss making a mockery of motherfuckers gotta be ruckus
When I get my upon this hoe

Itching to let the blow
Like a sparrow, how it flow, an arrow, Geronimo
Spit 'em up and swallow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly back

Payback from flashback, bitches know
Bust 'til I see the from the intro
You was fucked from the phasing, deep with the and abrasion
Erupts and amazing, nigga, my Nina

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

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

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

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

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

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 love for the 4-5

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

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

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)