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 pussy-ass cop throw some in the lot

My nigga got
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

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

Pictures of a son from that hot ones flying
mama's crying at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him like a & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the
I caught him up on mo mo cooking up

I got to tip on the
Busted in like po po taking with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile a silencer for the whistle
My pistol 'cause 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 that's prepared to die in combat

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

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

But I bust because 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 your warm embrace

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

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

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

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

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

Just to get under skin like a dirty syringe
Plus I know you win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz come in the place you say your grace
Before I fuck up your face like a can of
I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case
Maybe you hoes fear the of my warm embrace

I got love for the 4-4
But when I it up, I don't wanna 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 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 your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
I let it ride, the sucker stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' warm embrace

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas better it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em
When it comes to her love, it's none she drawing blood
Static under the bra 'cause every time I a hit at the bud

And you a hug you gon' pop up a slug
Drinking 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 be laid to rest, let me hit the sess
revolver used to be a problem solver
But the made me a baller
No strap could take the place of the nine
Leave 'em flat lines, feeling fury, you was to taste
From my embrace

I got love 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 love for the 4-5

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

But still I bust because I'm needing warm embrace
All you better duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm your warm 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 plenty for the nine-mill, nine-mill
(Nine-mill)