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 some murder in the lot

My nigga got
With a bullet was meant for me
The adapt by T's and B's and the
Fuck what the be, I'ma start squeezing these

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

Pictures of a son dying from hot ones flying
Baby mama's at the funeral
the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the
I caught him up on mo mo 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 with a silencer for the
My favorite pistol 'cause I let that bitch ride

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

Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me
be petty to say
I can see the fear in your
As I my waist for this warm embrace

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

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

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

You better get wise
sure your first shot is sweet, trying to kill the elite
'Cause you ain't getting no tries
Hate to make a Nubian mother but fuck it

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

You don't wanna them thangs
when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second time
But Mayz new to the game
I use the spark the shots light up this tunnel of crime

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

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

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

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

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

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

With you my passion, squeeze off seventeen, for sure
Hold you ever so tightly, I love you Nina and wanna let you go
Miss Millimeter's making a mockery of gotta be ruckus
When I get my clutches upon hoe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 to taste
my warm embrace

I got plenty for the 4-4
But I pick it up, I don't wanna 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 wanna let it
But I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got love for the nine-mill
And I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

But I bust because I'm needing your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped
Still I bust I'm loving' your 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)
embrace
I got plenty love for the nine-mill,
(Nine-mill)