Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

Them niggas ain't G's, they wanna be
And it ain't shit to these motherfucking slugs
The fools ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over
I done dropped dead bodies than tears
Brought to life momma's 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 out on his ass on the solo
I caught him up on mo mo up co-co

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

I know the homicide is being carried out in
Niggas steady bumping gums but don't want
Because of these hot ones that explode on
A manic that's to die in combat

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

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't 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 it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust I'm needing your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped
Still I because 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 better get
Make sure your first shot is sweet, to kill the elite
'Cause you getting no more tries
Hate to make a Nubian mother but fuck it

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

You don't wanna them thangs
'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 spark when the shots light up tunnel of crime

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

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

Just to get under your skin a dirty syringe
Plus I you can't win with 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
I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case
Maybe you fear the wrath of my warm embrace

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

But still I bust because I'm needing' your warm
All you motherfuckers duck 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 Nina and never let you go
Miss Millimeter's making a mockery of gotta be ruckus
I get my clutches upon this hoe

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

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

Fuck the and enemies get tore up from the blazing
you be burning them with your black ass
Murderous hips, hurting the grips, ride on list
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 wild and a tame
a static on when she gang bang, blast in the fullest moon

Niggas better pull it soon or suffer 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 Remy on the block, gotta bust the
When the Henny hit the chest, Smith & Wess
the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my balls

If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the
Loose revolver to be a problem solver
But the Nina me a baller
No strap take the place of the black nine
Leave 'em lines, feeling fury, you was born to taste
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 straight loving your warm
I got plenty for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it
But still I bust I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the
And when I pick it up, I 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 sucker stepped
Still I bust because I'm loving' 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)
embrace
I got plenty love for the nine-mill,
(Nine-mill)