Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

It's I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it, two dropped
And my spot is but hot
The pussy-ass cop some murder in the lot

My nigga got
With a bullet was meant for me
The by T's and B's and the regencies
Fuck what the be, I'ma start squeezing these

Them niggas ain't G's, wanna be thugs
And it ain't shit to slang these slugs
The fools ain't plugged, plus no hoes over here
I done dropped more dead than tears
Brought to momma's worst fears

Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones
Baby mama's crying at the
'Cause the magnum lit him like a & Mild
I rolled out on his ass on the solo
I caught him up on mo mo cooking up

I got to tip on the
Busted in like po po taking with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile with a for the whistle
My pistol 'cause when I let that bitch ride

I know the is being carried out in official
steady bumping gums but don't want none
Because of these hot ones that explode on
A that's prepared to die in combat

Besides all a 4-4 keeps me laced
Don't be to say
I can see the in your face
As I reach my waist for this embrace

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go
a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from warm embrace
I got love for the nine-mill
And when I it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped
Still I bust because I'm loving your embrace

I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these lives
With my 4-5
Get enough to knock off you
crew and some more guys

You motherfuckers better get
sure your first shot is sweet, trying to kill the elite
'Cause you ain't no more tries
Hate to make a mother weep but fuck it

Long as I don't the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make bitch nigga so wise
No matter what the size of the warm of my 45
Make sure the nigga dies

You don't wanna throw thangs
'Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a second time
But Mayz new to the game
I use the spark when the shots light up tunnel of crime

But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a for sin
Punk pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to ends
To do you in, that shit me on ten
And me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend

Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he big shit about war
Like he don't my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my
'Cause I put a fucking bullet into your kin

Just to get under skin like a dirty syringe
I know you can't win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say grace
Before I fuck up face like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, catch a case
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't let it go
Because a nigga straight loving your embrace
I got love for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the
And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna

But still I because I'm needing' your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers duck and hide
I let it ride, the sucker stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' your warm

With you my passion, Nina squeeze off seventeen, for
Hold you so tightly, I love you Nina and never wanna let you go
Miss Millimeter's making a mockery of gotta be ruckus
I get my clutches upon this hoe

Itching to let the blow
Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow,
Spit 'em up and slow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly back

Payback from flashback, some know
Bust 'til I see the chrome from the
You was fucked from the phasing, with the cuts and abrasion
Erupts and amazing, nigga, my Nina

Fuck the gazing and get tore up from the blazing
Fool you be them with your black ass
hips, hurting the grips, ride on personal list
Deposition die for serving six

of 'em with a hit but some are missing of a jerk to the kick
'Cause I be my bitch
Trying to pimp her but she a and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she gang bang, in the fullest moon

better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why 'em stug?
When it to her love, it's none above she drawing blood
Static under the bra 'cause every I take a hit at the bud

And give you a hug you pop up a slug
Drinking Remy on the block, gotta the glock
When the Henny hit the chest, busting & Wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, my balls

If I see y'all be to rest, let me hit the sess
Loose revolver used to be a solver
But the Nina me a baller
No strap could take the place of the nine
Leave 'em flat lines, fury, you was born to taste
From my warm

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go
a nigga straight loving your warm embrace
I got love for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the
And when I pick it up, I don't wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm needing warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the sucker aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' your warm

I got love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
embrace
I got love for the 4-5, 4-5 , 4-5
(4-5, 4-5, 4-5)
Warm
I got plenty for the nine-mill, nine-mill
(Nine-mill)