Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

Pictures of a son dying from that hot flying
Baby crying at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him like a Black &
I rolled out on his ass on the solo
I him up on mo mo cooking up co-co

I got to tip on the
in like po po taking lives 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 the homicide is being carried out in official
Niggas steady bumping gums but want none
Because of these hot ones explode on contact
A manic that's to die in combat

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

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

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

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

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

Long as I hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch so wise
No matter the size of the warm embrace of my 45
sure the nigga crossed dies

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

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

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 closest kin

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

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't let it go
Because a straight loving your warm embrace
I got plenty 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 for the nine-mill
And when I it up, I don't really wanna kill

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

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

to let the barrel blow
Like a sparrow, how it flow, an arrow, Geronimo
Spit 'em up and swallow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you blast back

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't let it go
Because a straight loving your warm embrace
I got love 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 plenty for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really kill

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

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