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 some murder in the lot

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

Them niggas ain't G's, wanna be thugs
And it ain't shit to slang these motherfucking
The fools ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over
I done dropped more dead 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 magnum lit him like a & 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 lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile 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 gums but don't 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
Don't be to say
I can see the fear in your
As I reach my for this warm embrace

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 love for the 4-5

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

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

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

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

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

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

But niggas get for dime 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 Speedknot Mob win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my
I put a fucking bullet into your closest kin

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

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 love for the 4-5

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

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

you my passion, Nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure
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 blow
Like a sparrow, how it flow, an arrow, Geronimo
Spit 'em up and slow
I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly back

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

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

Everyone of 'em with a hit but 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 she gang bang, blast in the fullest moon

better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why '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 give you a hug you pop up a slug
Drinking Remy on the block, gotta the glock
When the Henny hit the chest, Smith & Wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm 'em all, clutching my balls

If I see be laid to rest, let me hit the sess
Loose used to be a problem solver
But the Nina made me a
No strap could the place of the black nine
'em flat lines, feeling fury, you was born to taste
From my 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 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 plenty love for the
And when I pick it up, I don't really kill

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

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