Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

of a son dying from that hot ones flying
Baby crying at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him like a & Mild
When I 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 a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol when I let that bitch ride

I know the is being carried out in official
Niggas steady bumping gums but want none
Because of these hot ones that on contact
A manic that's prepared to die in

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

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna 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 love for the nine-mill
And when I it up, I don't really wanna kill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just to get under your skin 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 your
Before I fuck up your like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, I'ma a case
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm

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

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

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

With you my passion, squeeze off seventeen, for sure
Hold you ever so tightly, I 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 slow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you blast back

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

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

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

Niggas better pull it soon or suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed some thugs, why call 'em stug?
it comes 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 gon' pop up a
Remy on the block, gotta bust the glock
When the hit the chest, busting Smith & Wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, my balls

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

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

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

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