Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First verse

Now if I step up on you two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next murder case,
No damned description nigga only you saw my face
But far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards they dome split,
I roll with, who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to keys I be in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and in the city where it's all death
In the where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you

Second [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a trip to cuba and in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and back with the yay
Front all my niggas left but qb's,
Sit back a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, what'cha need?
Can you picture predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came back some shit,
Call it yayo, and the shit just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
Call me sousa, I a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you saw,
I even got flip a for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can this,
Commander of soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work be done,
Now we handled that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

Niggas in trouble the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I get it,
deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it,
My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit like cupid,
But mine ain't out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that people ain't found yet,
If you beefin' me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit years,
Huntin' down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' on a cannon,
So i'ma a nigga up like the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, I hit the with a.k's,
I spray, get out the or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay? I gots to it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm in,
Through the front on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or is gettin' closer,
gangsta comin' for a bitch,
the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is where you can us,
Eatin' raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,

Fourth verse

I much boyd to increase the leave,
You can't fuck with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, devious,
the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the and the melph,
I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, triggers,
Now who's to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' game,
That brings me money and power, I'm leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna
Hold up, that three is only bout paper,
If you got it hide it 'cause we bout some capers,
I take a ride philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' the rico suave,
Now why they, playa hate on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe scoop you up,
You back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the solver

verse [ms. tee]

I don't want no drug dealers out there robbed and killed,
I want niggas and and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we in good health,
So keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not off dope,
So that shit from round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck
And I'm go crazy,
Because this nigga gone us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga keep it real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas always killed,
All you about is your kilo's and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna on them kilos,
Ain't that a and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in bitch

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted 'nee
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you to watch the drive-by,
My trigga moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm to make you bleed indeed,
closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head is twenty g's,
See, I takes and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when time for you to hit the canvas,
The back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I nigga got dropped,
I chop'em and make em dead white folks,
c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure your ass rests,
Watch them bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so dyin',
cryin', I don't give a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
Dump your body homer and hammon,
Just to the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and stomp ya if the is right,
So won't you on down?
And meet clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora period.