Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****)

Benzino, unhh!
'em up
Up here in the
Ray
Yo, killa

[K.T.]
Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna me, I'm out your division
I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in
Listen, you gangsta, killa
Shorty only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor they doin the kick worm
something sweet with me, try me
And how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
Cats claim they got guns, they scared to
I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em the trunk
When in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth it's breakfast

These hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks
Havin straight parties with nothin but with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, livin my up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the later, traitor
I gotta ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
Look at you ain't a so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, holes through ya paper
those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the next to
Yeah pop, I know, I'm just perfectin the flow
I got at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate nosy like I'ma go-star

Niggaz ask me, why ya go so hard?
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z shoot for the stars
My stars spread bullets like grey poupon
I'm to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high beam shit so it won't visit
Or put that nigga up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
Now, if I don't a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking mouth he gotta have asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check the muzzle
Got niggaz "break!" runnin different ways
them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

[Chorus:
My Boston niggaz ride
Mattapan niggaz ride
Roxbury niggaz ride
Do you ride?
Tell me, do you ride?
South End niggaz ride (Throw 'em up)
Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
JP niggaz gonna
Do you wanna (Un-hunh)
Tell me, do you wanna (What!)

The blazin spot is here, a shot wit me
I prefer the grey short a Hennesey
My chicks out your door, go and buy the bar
you don't even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come through don't us
Some of ya girls is and they probably get jealous
We rock the all out, rock the bra
through and throwin like Michael's glove
I ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get and corrupt
up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck

I've been the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
Inch taller, nigga, don't with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in
We spendin on drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
Strong power, murder dungeons promptness
Fuckin wit doe and ya cock to ya casket
Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya
All up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
Ya Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop
Sock drop dudes same spots they standin

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy
With that raspy crowd shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on waist
I got a fetish for cream mixed ash and green
Eyes shot red when I pop on the scene
I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is
Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps tinted
On some 20's, whoa, with the gleam all in it
A nigga it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, ain't fuckin wit it

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