Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the from my niener
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and pita and shit,
enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to keys I be in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where all death
In the hood where can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I you knew

verse [lil' ya]:

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

verse [b.g.]:

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

Fourth [tec-9]:

I move much to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' no one,
Scored five fronted two, kept three for myself,
out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's next to catch this reckless nigga out of
for my next way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm this game,
brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude 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 somebody's gonna
Hold up, that three is only that paper,
If you got it hide it 'cause we bout some capers,
I take a ride philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna hate on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more I'm the problem solver

verse [ms. tee]

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

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted blue
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so I to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head is twenty g's,
See, I have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack twice, hit the money 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 crooked on the block,
I stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust rump,
I'm twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot got dropped,
I chop'em dead and em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' your ass never rests,
Watch them clockers I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
Dump body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of
Yeah, I'll and stomp ya if the price is right,
So you come on down?
And meet this clown with over a rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood jim mora lost period.