Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Boys 226

Nigga you peepin' I'm peepin' for niggas creepin'
I'm on my game to be releasin' and rearrange
Ya fuckin' brain, and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin' bust

Wassup? I beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya nigga is where I leave ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya erasin'
Leave ya thoughts wastin', I run a hundred miles chasin'

I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever the trigga play
I had to spank a nigga believin' a bitch say
K.C., I don't play, spin a nigga bin everyday
A hundred round on the K

Leave ya set a straight disaster, Ya got birds? I ya
Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm
No clues, I be caught, I can't be found, it's all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin', to the dirty-do

I leave a nigga flesh hangin' from his chest 'cause the
That he dressed fuck with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Black Connection 226 start static, comin' out a attic
Leavin' in ya carriage, I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch
And when I catch, I automatic wet ya

It's nigga off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandanna, wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the fader
Bullets graze ya, nigga I to erase ya

Pick the casket, the Glock in the basket
I slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of heat then I bring my boys
To destroy, ya down like a clown

Uptown, is my destination
And murderin' motherfuckers is my
You'd rather face the than to fuck wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a out that wild TC

Goodbye, yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
doke yo bitch ass, then I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade is the black mask

226 on my over my heart
This mark means that I was down from the start
Releasin' them cop killers and peelers
I got ya, you bitch, now time for me to drop ya

Head shots stop, complete, 50 shots when our scream
Havin' this evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin'
Me and the Hot boys ride, Chief and gettin'
Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot ride

Girlfriend under the seat, driver of the Hummer
comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the road will get you left
On way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself

Wettin' your set and where I think ya be at
Attackin' your old hood and where ya sleep at
React, pure D-donkey, gettin' funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an

Clips all extended leave you bended, rear ended
SK's be sendin', can't be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits more
Screamin', let's the war 'cause we 'bout survival

I loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
Bloody, bloody lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die

I gets tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more this
'Bout gettin' foolish, it, chopper, ready to shoot it
The head buster, and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin'

Baby, the keys, gimme the G's, gimme the weed, gimme
The mack-10, let me see what's happenin', to me niggas lackin'
Some tellin' me felonies was committed, some was
My is to live not in jeopardy, to the death of me

I provide knowledge that spread like a
This a street orientation, you can't this in college
You be fuckin' around wit the keys if you rollin shit up
I you niggas wit me, I would be sewin' shit up

Look, hide out in the cut, peep out shot, Corey and
In an truck and brain fucked up from that dust
Nigga, who trippin'? I trippin', you trippin'
When I slap clip in, you shittin' like stool pigeons

That's my bitches, that's my riches, my niggas
That's my yayo, my scale, that's my sale, that's my clientele
This my block, this my rocks, this my shop, my Glock
This my connection with the mob, that's my black Saab

This my people, that's my people, that's hot rimmed
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal, that's my credit card from
This my cigar, this my weed, my Newport, this my reefer
That's my old Alma Mater, that's my uncle drinkin' bottle

Okay, I'm from 3 and I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I say murda, murda, what the is up?
Nigga better duck when I come around bend
I'm 'bout that drama with the 30, nose dirty

And I'm from 3 and I be gat totin', I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed and now that done came up, fuck
I plot and make sure that I miss the hit, you up in [unverified]
I got ya, I hurt ya, now I'm up in ya area, finish ya

I come with a bouquet of flowers, within the bouquet of
Is a 9 plated to devour and motherfuck anybody
Tryin' to get yo back, they better be 'bout some
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