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 cop throw some murder in the lot

My got popped
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 niggas ain't G's, they wanna be
And it ain't shit to slang motherfucking slugs
The fools ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes here
I done dropped dead bodies than tears
Brought to life momma's fears

Pictures of a son dying that hot ones flying
Baby mama's crying at the
'Cause the magnum lit him like a & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the
I him up on mo mo cooking up co-co

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

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

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 embrace

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 it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive your warm embrace
I got love 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 aside
I bust because I'm loving your warm embrace

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

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

Long as I hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his and make that bitch nigga so wise
No matter 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 it's time to think in a split time
But ain't new to the game
I use the spark when the shots 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 to your ends
To do you in, that puts me on ten
And make me put the barrel of this solid fiend

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

Just to get under your skin like a dirty
I know 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
Before I get disgraced, catch a case
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my 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 your embrace
I got love for the 4-5

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

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

With you my passion, Nina squeeze off seventeen, for
you ever 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, an arrow, Geronimo
'em up and swallow slow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly back

from 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 bucked

Fuck the and enemies get tore up from the blazing
Fool you be burning them 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
I be working my bitch
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 or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay with some thugs, why call 'em stug?
When it comes to her love, it's above she drawing blood
Static the bra 'cause every time I take a hit at the bud

And give you a hug you pop up a slug
Remy on the block, gotta bust the glock
When the hit the chest, busting Smith & Wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm 'em all, clutching 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 take the place of the nine
Leave 'em lines, feeling fury, you was born to taste
From my 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 embrace
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 from your warm
I got plenty love for the
And when I pick it up, I don't wanna 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 because I'm loving' your 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)