Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

My got popped
With a 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 ain't G's, they be thugs
And it ain't to slang these motherfucking slugs
The ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over here
I done dropped more bodies than tears
Brought to life worst fears

Pictures of a son dying that hot ones flying
Baby crying at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him 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 lives the, oh no
a 4-4, mini-missile with a silencer for the whistle
My pistol 'cause when I let that bitch ride

I know the homicide is being out in official
Niggas steady bumping gums but want none
Because of these hot ones explode on contact
A manic that's to die in combat

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

I got plenty 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 I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty 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 motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the sucker aside
Still I bust because I'm loving your warm

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

You better get wise
Make your first shot is sweet, trying to kill the elite
'Cause you getting no more tries
Hate to make a Nubian mother weep but it

as I don't hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that nigga so wise
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 it's time to think in a second time
But Mayz new to the game
I use the spark when the shots light up this of crime

But niggas get bucked for dime and it's you're 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 of this solid fiend

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

Just to get under your skin a dirty syringe
Plus I know you win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz come in the you better say your grace
I fuck up your face like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, catch a case
Maybe you hoes the wrath of my 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 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 survive from your embrace
I got love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really kill

But still I bust because I'm 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

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

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

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

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

Everyone of 'em a hit but some are missing of a jerk to the kick
I be working 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 hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed some thugs, why call 'em stug?
When it comes to her love, it's above she drawing blood
Static under the bra 'cause time I take a hit at the bud

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

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

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go
a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

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

I got plenty for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
Warm
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)