Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I step up on you two nine millimeters,
Nigga you to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you be the, next unsolved murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my
But it's far too late for and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, killas who reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to I be runnin' in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all
In the hood where niggas can't trust own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

Second verse [lil'

I take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and come with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
Can you picture just predict how to a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit just it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can this,
Commander of them out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get some out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. the trigger,
Stompin' like a I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it,
Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to it,
My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as as they come,
I'm and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get
I get upset, I a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them people found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say prayers,
I in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, I hit the with a.k's,
I spray, get out the block or get grazed,
You got the yay? I gots to have it, it up nigga,
You play the like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is closer,
Baby gangsta for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is where you can us,
that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
Scored five fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my way to come up,
don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, I'm lovin' this game,
That brings me money and power, I'm never the game,
Gimme a reason, my changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only bout paper,
If you got it better hide it we bout some capers,
I take a ride philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' with the suave,
Now why they, playa hate on me?
'cause I'm but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now I'll scoop you up,
You shoot at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the suit you up,
You dead and gone, no problems I'm the problem solver

verse [ms. tee]

I want no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I niggas and niggas and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So nigga keep your business to your self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not off dope,
So that shit from round my child,
If somethin' to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga keep it real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas gettin' killed,
All you care about is kilo's and your hoes,
And what a I'm gonna drop on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't on shit,
That's why I got ass in insurance bitch

verse [yella]:

I up in my newly,
Painted 'nee
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you gots to the drive-by,
My finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with that
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass vanish,
If the are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the to you fools,
I call a shot, then I nigga got dropped,
I chop'em and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, sure your ass never rests,
Watch them clockers bitch I'm due at any time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
have a conscience,
Dump your body between and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and ya if the price is right,
So won't you on down?
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.