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 throw murder in the lot

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

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

Pictures of a son dying from that hot flying
Baby mama's crying at the
'Cause the lit him like a Black & Mild
I rolled out on his ass on the solo
I caught him up on mo mo cooking up

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

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

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

I got love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go
Because a straight loving your warm embrace
I got love for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride
But I bust 'cause 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 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 loving warm embrace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got love 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 plenty for the 4-5

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

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

you my passion, Nina 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 motherfuckers gotta be
When I get my upon this hoe

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

Payback from flashback, some know
Bust 'til I see the chrome from the
You was fucked from the phasing, with the cuts and abrasion
and amazing, nigga, my Nina bucked

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

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

better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed some thugs, why call 'em stug?
When it comes to her love, it's above she drawing blood
under the bra 'cause every time I take a hit at the bud

And give you a hug you gon' pop up a
Drinking Remy on the block, gotta 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 used to be a problem solver
But the Nina made me a
No could take the place of the black nine
Leave 'em flat lines, feeling fury, you was born to
From my embrace

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

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

I got plenty for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
embrace
I got love 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)