Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

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

I got to tip on the
Busted in like po po lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, with a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol when I let that bitch ride

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

Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me
be petty to say
I can see the in your face
As I reach my waist for this embrace

I got love for the 4-4
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight loving 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 I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty 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 and hide
Before I let it ride, the stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving warm embrace

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

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

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

You wanna throw them thangs
'Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a second 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 it's you're a magnet for sin
Punk pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to ends
To do you in, that shit me on ten
And make me wanna put the of this solid fiend

Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit war
Like he know my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my
'Cause I put a fucking bullet your closest kin

Just to get under your like a dirty syringe
Plus I know you win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz in the place you better say your grace
Before I fuck up face 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 it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a straight loving your warm embrace
I got love for the 4-5

But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust I survive from your 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' your warm
All you motherfuckers duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucker aside
Still I bust 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 of motherfuckers gotta be ruckus
I get my clutches upon this hoe

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

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

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

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

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

If I see y'all be to rest, let me hit the sess
Loose used to be a problem solver
But the Nina me a baller
No strap could take the of the black nine
Leave 'em lines, feeling 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 loving your warm
I got plenty for the 4-5

But when I it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I 'cause I survive from your 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 warm embrace
All you better duck and hide
I let it ride, the sucker stepped aside
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)
Warm
I got plenty for the nine-mill, nine-mill
(Nine-mill)