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 throw murder in the lot

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

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

Pictures of a son dying that hot ones flying
Baby crying 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 a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol 'cause I let that bitch ride

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

Besides all 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 nigga straight loving your warm
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 your warm embrace
I got plenty for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't wanna kill

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

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

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

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

You don't wanna 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 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, shit puts me on ten
And make me put the barrel of this solid fiend

Upon that nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit about war
Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob win
But I dare one of you to say my name
'Cause I put a fucking into your closest kin

Just to get under skin like a dirty syringe
Plus I know you 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 face a can of mace
I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case
Maybe you hoes 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 nigga loving your warm embrace
I got love 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 still I bust because I'm needing' your embrace
All you motherfuckers better and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucker aside
Still I bust because I'm your warm embrace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the
Loose revolver used to be a problem
But the made me a baller
No strap could take the place of the nine
'em flat lines, feeling 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 loving your warm
I got plenty for the 4-5

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

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

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