Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones
Baby crying at the funeral
'Cause the lit him like a Black & Mild
I rolled 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 with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, with a silencer for the whistle
My favorite 'cause when I let that bitch ride

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

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

I got love for the 4-4
But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight loving warm embrace
I got love 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 warm
I got plenty for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I 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 aside
Still I bust because I'm loving warm embrace

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

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

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

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

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

Upon under nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit about war
he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my
'Cause I put a fucking into your 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 fuck up your like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, I'ma catch a
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my embrace

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight 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 bust I'm needing' your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better and hide
I let it ride, the sucker stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' your warm

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

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

from flashback, some bitches know
Bust I see the chrome from the intro
You was fucked from the phasing, deep 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 black ass
Murderous hips, the grips, ride on personal list
die for serving them 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 wild and a tame
Kick a static on she gang bang, blast in the fullest moon

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

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

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

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

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

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