Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

of a son dying from that hot ones 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
Busted in like po po taking lives the, oh no
a 4-4, mini-missile with a silencer for the whistle
My pistol 'cause when I let that bitch ride

I the homicide is being carried out in official
Niggas steady bumping gums but want none
Because of these hot ones that explode on
A manic prepared to die in combat

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

I got love for the 4-4
But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go
a nigga 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 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 kill

But still I bust I'm needing your warm 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 love the element of when I'm taking these hoes lives
my customized 4-5
Get ammunition 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 getting no more tries
Hate to make a mother weep but fuck it

Long as I hear the hoe cry
Split a between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise
No matter the size of the warm embrace of my 45
Make sure the crossed dies

You don't wanna throw 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 and it's like you're a magnet for sin
Punk pretend to be your friend 'til get close enough to your ends
To do you in, that shit me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of solid fiend

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

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

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

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

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

With you my passion, Nina 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
When I get my clutches this hoe

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got love 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 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 for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I 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 got love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
Warm
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)