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 cop throw some murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was for me
The adapt by T's and B's and the
Fuck the reason be, I'ma start squeezin' these
Them niggas ain't G's, they be thugs
And it ain't shit, these no muthafuckin' slugs
The fools and plus ain't no hoes over here
I done more dead bodies than tears
to life momma's worst fears
Pictures of a son dyin' from hot ones flyin'
mama's cryin' at the funeral
'Cause the lit him like a black (?)
When I rolled out on his ass on the
I caught him up on mo-mo up co-co
I got to tip on the
Bust it there like takin' lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4 missles with a silent sub for the whistle
My pistol
'Cause I let that bitch ride
I know the is being counted out, it's official
Niggas steady bumpin' guns, but don't want
of these hot ones that explode on contact
A maniac just prepared to die in
Besides all that my 4-4 my laced Dawg he paid and safe
I can see the fear in your face as I reach my waist for this warm

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight lovin' warm embrace
I got love for the 4-5
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the
And when I pick it up, I don't wanna kill
But still I bust I'm needin' your warm embrace
All you better duck and hide
I let it ride, the sucka stepped aside
Still I bust I'm lovin' your warm embrace

I the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives
my customized 4-5
Get enough to knock off you, your crew and some more guys
You muthafuckas get wise
Make sure your first shot is sweet, to kill the elite
'Cause you ain't gettin' no more
the nigga's nubian mother weap, but fuck it
As long as I get whole cries
Put the beam between his eyes and make that nigga so wise
No what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five
Make sure that nigga crossed me
You don't wanna throw thangs
When I cocked and aim (?) think in few seconds time
But Mayz ain't new to the
I use the spark we start to light up this thunderin' crime
But niggas get bucked for and it's like you're a magnet for sin
(?) Pretend to be friend 'til they get close enough to your ends
To do you in, shit puts me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid
Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin' big about war
Like he don't my stee, now mob's gon' win
But I one of you niggas to say my name
'Cause I put a fuckin' bullet your closest skin
Just to get under 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 place you better say your
Before I fuck up face like a can of mace
I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my embrace

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't let it go
Because a nigga lovin' your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5
But I pick it up, I don't wanna 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 needin' your embrace
All you muthafuckas better and hide
Before I let it ride, the stepped aside
Still I because I'm lovin' your warm embrace

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

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