Luyện nghe bài hát Black Connection!! 226

First [kilo-g]:

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

Second [lil' ya]:

I wanna take a to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in and come back with the yay
Front all my nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count but g's
The first mill I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga need?
Can you just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came back with shit,
Call it yayo, and the other just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, act a clown,
me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bigger than you ever saw,
I got flip a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and can feel this,
Commander of soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't us, fuck 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 fuck parle'n, let's somebody else to jack

Third [b.g.]:

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

Fourth [tec-9]:

I move boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches fuck with me,
I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm behind no one,
Scored five birds two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger
on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now next to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
for my next 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 this game,
That brings me and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we some capers,
I take a straight philip & clara,
See but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna playa on me?
I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit and rims,
The of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary you up,
You dead and gone, no problems I'm the problem solver

Fifth [ms. tee]

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

Sixth verse

I up in my newly,
Painted blue
out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a in my own time,
And that's why, you gots to 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 which is twenty g's,
See, I takes and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack twice, hit the money then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still comin' as I'm as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with frontin'
Or that's the look, of the gangsta on the block,
I stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat automatic
panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot got dropped,
I chop'em dead and make em white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, yo ass up for real,
your nerves, makin' sure your ass never rests,
Watch them bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
cryin', I don't give a fuck,
'cause a conscience,
your body between 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 this clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood jim mora lost period.