Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Embrace

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

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

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

Pictures of a son dying from hot ones flying
mama's crying at the funeral
'Cause the magnum lit him a Black & Mild
I rolled out on his ass on the solo
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
It's a 4-4, mini-missile a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol 'cause when I let bitch ride

I know the homicide is being out in official
Niggas steady bumping gums but don't none
Because of hot ones that explode on contact
A manic that's prepared to die in

all that 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 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 plenty 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 love for the
And I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

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

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

You motherfuckers get wise
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 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 crossed dies

You don't 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 when the shots light up this tunnel of crime

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

Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talking big about war
Like he don't know my Mob gon' 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 you can't win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz in the place 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 I pick it up, I don't 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 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 because I'm needing' your warm embrace
All you motherfuckers better duck and
Before I let it ride, the stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm loving' warm embrace

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

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

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

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

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

And you a hug you gon' pop up a slug
Drinking Remy on the block, bust the glock
When the Henny hit the chest, 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 revolver used to be a problem
But the made me a baller
No strap could take the of the black nine
Leave 'em flat lines, fury, you was born to taste
my warm embrace

I got plenty for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I 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 don't wanna let it
But still I bust 'cause I survive your warm embrace
I got love for the nine-mill
And I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

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