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

Benzino, unhh!
'em up
Up in the 6-1-7
Ray
Yo, killa

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

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in
Havin straight parties nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, livin my up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later,
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
Reck those, 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 I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star

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

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

The blazin spot is here, take a wit me
I prefer the grey guch short a
My pull out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't through don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get
We the club all out, rock the bra
Comin through and like Michael's glove
I show ya love, if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all me
Bring ya ass in the front, get and corrupt
up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck

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

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, frame, heavy waist
With that raspy crowd shop everyday
Niggaz the blaze, bullets move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on waist
I got a fetish for cream with ash and green
Eyes blood shot red I pop on the scene
I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is
Drunk in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
On some 20's, like whoa, with the all in it
A take 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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