Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

It's I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it, two dropped
And my is keeping but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some 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, I'ma squeezing these

Them niggas ain't G's, they be thugs
And it ain't to slang these motherfucking slugs
The fools ain't plugged, plus 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 flying
Baby mama's at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him like a Black &
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 like po po lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile with a for the whistle
My favorite pistol when I let that bitch ride

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

all that 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
a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from warm embrace
I got plenty for the nine-mill
And I pick it up, I don't really 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 stepped
Still I bust because I'm your warm embrace

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

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

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

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

But niggas get bucked for and it's like you're a magnet for sin
pretend to be your friend '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 under that nigga's chin, plus he big shit about war
Like he don't know my Mob gon' win
But I one of you niggas to say my name
'Cause I put a fucking bullet your closest kin

Just to get under your like a dirty syringe
I know you can't win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz 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 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 straight loving your warm embrace
I got love for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride
But I bust '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 because I'm needing' your embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' warm embrace

With you my passion, 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
When I get my upon this hoe

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

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

Fuck the gazing and enemies get tore up the blazing
Fool you be burning them your black ass
Murderous hips, the grips, ride on personal 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 her but she a wild and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she gang bang, blast in the moon

Niggas pull it soon or else 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 she drawing blood
Static under the bra 'cause every time I 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 Smith &
Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, my balls

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

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

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

I got love 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 plenty for the nine-mill, nine-mill
(Nine-mill)