Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

It's I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door
And my is keepin' but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some in the lot
My nigga got popped a bullet that was meant for me
The by T's and B's and the regencies
what the reason be, I'ma start squeezin' these
Them niggas ain't G's, they wanna be
And it ain't shit, these ain't no slugs
The fools and plugged plus ain't no over here
I done dropped more dead bodies tears
Brought to life momma's worst
Pictures of a son dyin' from hot ones flyin'
Baby mama's cryin' at the
'Cause the magnum lit him a black (?)
When I out on his ass on the solo
I him up on mo-mo cookin' up co-co
I got to tip on the
Bust it there like po-po lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4 many missles a silent sub for the whistle
My pistol
when I let that bitch ride
I know the homicide is counted out, it's official
Niggas steady bumpin' guns, but want none
Because of these hot ones explode on contact
A maniac just to die in combat
Besides all that my 4-4 keeps my laced Dawg he and safe
I can see the fear in your face as I my waist for this warm embrace

I got plenty for the 4-4
But I pick 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 your warm 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 needin' warm embrace
All you muthafuckas better and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucka aside
Still I bust I'm lovin' your warm embrace

I love the of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives
With my 4-5
Get enough ammunition to knock off you, crew and some more guys
You muthafuckas better get
Make sure your first is sweet, tryin' to kill the elite
you ain't gettin' no more tries
Make the nigga's mother weap, but fuck it
As long as I don't get cries
Put the between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise
No matter what the size of the embrace of my forty-five
Make sure that nigga me dies
You don't wanna them thangs
When I cocked and aim (?) in these few seconds time
But ain't new to the game
I use the when we start to light up this thunderin' crime
But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a for sin
(?) Pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to ends
To do you in, that shit me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of solid fiend
Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he big shit about war
he don't know my stee, now mob's gon' win
But I dare one of you to say my name
'Cause I put a fuckin' bullet into your skin
Just to get your skin like a dirty syringe
Plus I you can't win with a gun or a pin
So when you see Mayz come in the you better say your grace
Before I fuck up face like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, I'ma 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 straight lovin' your warm embrace
I got plenty 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 when I pick it up, I really wanna kill
But still I bust I'm needin' your warm embrace
All you muthafuckas better and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucka aside
Still I bust because I'm lovin' your embrace

Would you ( ? ) of the team, for
Hold you ever so tightly, I love you and never wanna let you go
Miss millimeter's makin' the (?) muthafuckas gotsta be
When I get my upon this hoe
Itchin' to let the barrel
Like a sparrow, how it flow, an arrow ( ? )
Spit 'em up and swallow
I reload, your ass crack, you constantly blast back
Payback from flashback, bitches know
Bust 'til I see the from the intro
You was fucked from the phasin', deep with the cuts and
Erupts and amazin', nigga, my nina
Fuck the and enemies get (?) up from the blazin'
Fool you be burnin' them with black ass
Murderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal
Deposition die for them six
Everyone of 'em a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick
'Cause I be my bitch
Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame
Kick a static on when she gangbang, in the fullest moon
Niggas pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stug
it comes to (?) run about she draw my blood
Static under the bra 'cause I take a hit at the bud
And give you a hug you gon' pop up a
Drinkin' remy on the block, gotta the glock
When the hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my
If I see be laid to rest, let me hit the sex
Lose (?) but used to be a problem
But the made me a baller
Go strapped and the place of the black nine
Leave 'em flat lines, fury, you was born to taste
From my warm

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go
a nigga straight lovin' 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 love for the nine-mill
And I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm
All you better duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucka aside
Still I bust because I'm your warm embrace

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