Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

It's like I got the 4-4
On the block in it, two door
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 ain't G's, they wanna be thugs
And it shit to slang these motherfucking slugs
The fools ain't plugged, plus no hoes over here
I done more dead bodies than tears
to life momma's worst fears

Pictures of a son dying from that hot flying
Baby mama's at the funeral
'Cause the lit him like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the
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, with a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol 'cause when I let that ride

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

Besides all that a 4-4 me laced
be petty to say
I can see the in your 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
Because a nigga 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 love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just to get under skin like a dirty syringe
Plus I you can't win with a gun or a pen
So you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace
Before I fuck up your like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, I'ma catch a
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my 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 love for the 4-5

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the gazing and enemies get tore up from the
Fool you be burning them your black ass
hips, hurting the grips, ride on personal list
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 her but she a wild 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 though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stug?
When it comes to her love, it's none she drawing blood
under the bra 'cause every time I take a hit at the bud

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

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

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 it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from 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 better duck and hide
I let it ride, the sucker stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' warm embrace

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